All these people in my life, but still I feel alone

'Cause people think they understand me, but they really don't

If I fall off, will they stay with me, or will they go?

All these problems money brought me, starting to wish I was broke

I'm in a room that's full of people, still I feel alone

'Cause people think they understand me, but they really don't

My little bro was feeling suicidal and I didn't know

'Cause he was always looking like he's winning in his Insta posts

I'm a winner and the man I'm with are winning too

And we help each other win, 'cause that's just what us winners do

And if you're running 'round the streets with loads of idiots in your crew

Then simple math, like one plus one, you'll become an idiot too

And if you're average-minded, we can't conversate

'Cause I'm way too clever to hold an average-minded conversation

Clever people talk 'bout making moves and talk 'bout elevation

Average-minded people talk 'bout people and do lots of hating

Last year, I was on probation

This year I'm on a jet

Two Rollies on my arm, time's flying, man, I'm gone again

Bro did me dirty, I still love him, but I lost respect

'Cause now he's just someone I used to know, 'cause he just lost a friend

And I'm a over-thinker, blud, I think a lot

I win a game a hundred times and still feel like I did it wrong

Furthermore, I did it right

My brain's saying I did it wrong

Scoreboard says I'm winning, but I know I could be winning more

Here I go again, with my overthinking self, and God

Knows I'm anti-Devil, but I'm 'bout to give them hell

I was sitting in my cell tryna think out that box

Prison time was thinking time, I made a win out that loss

All these people in my life, but still I feel alone

'Cause people think they understand me, but they really don't

If I fall off, will they stay with me, or will they go?

All these problems money brought me, starting to wish I was broke

All this ice around my neck, I'm feeling isolated

Talking to the voices in my head, was stuck in isolation

All this ice around my neck, I'm feeling isolated

Talking to the voices in my head, was stuck in isolation

I've lived my whole life under pressure and I've never cracked

You wouldn't understand my life if you ain't ever trapped

And it you ever done me dirty, I'ma get you back

And that's a fucking promise, I ain't breaking or forgetting 'bout

Yo, fuck a fairytale, I've been through Hell and back

Locked up in the Devil's house, rotting till they let me out

My missus called my phone, like: "Come we leave the hood and settle down"

I told her: "Bad reception, plus I'm busy, babe, I'll bell you back"

Last year I was depressed, but, look, I'm better now

I lost my bro and I'll do anything to get him back

And stop relying on your friends, 'cause most of them'll let you down

And keep your circle tight, and keep the snakes away, don't let them 'round

I might cop myself a Lambo 'cause I need a motor

Fuck that, fuck a Lamborghini, blud, I need a Shogun

Listen, I'm a trapper and a robber and a G-R-ower

Blud, I done it all, now I can give a man a street diploma

I'm drinking Henny reminiscing 'bout my old life

Broke times, struggling, tryna make it through them cold nights

I was selling weed, smack, dizzle and I sold white

I sold 'em everything except my soul, cah that's got no price

Any time I sold a pack, I said "I'm sorry God"

But really I ain't never sold a packet that I'm sorry for

Shh went broke, then he left the roads and got a job

When I went broke I went and grabbed my crowbar and I robbed the crops

And trust me, we are not alike

Levels, you are not on mine

My ting, bona fide

Their ting, lots of lies

My life, lots of cries

Hard times, homicides

Their life, lots of fun

Happy times, lots of smiles

And, blud, I ain't no killer, but don't push it

Mandem see me smile a lot and start assuming that I'm pussy

I really shot a man and put a bullet in a bully

Then I took my missus out and ate some food and played some footsie

I'm a fucking G-O-A to the fucking T

You're just a local mug, everybody's cup of tea

I be with the local tugs, we're posted in a local pub

And not a beer in sight, cah we're just there to move a load of grub

And get rid of this totally

Man sniff it till their nose bleeds

If it wasn't for these cats, then l'd be broke and stressed with no Ps

So I treat my cats like family, they're my broskis

When I tell you white lives matter, blud

I'm talking 'bout the crackheads and the coke fiends

First I lost my closest friends, then I lost my brother

And that killed my mum inside, so technically I lost my mother

And we was brought up in the gutter

Where we felt like no one loved us

And the only man we fear's the man above us, G-O-D