Yeah, yeah, back in the stu, 2001

JTR, JTR

Darling you don't even love yourself, so how could you love me (How could you, how could you, how could you)

All you do is complain when I'm acting grumpy (Yeah)

Never thought that trapping would work plug through me a ball and I tried like rugby

It's that just me and my darg sitting down in the shower, well I think it must be (I think it must be)

Well I think it must be, I had a gyal and she just don't trust me (No)

And this lean come yellow like mustard, you wouldn't know cause you ain't got enough p's

Some man didn't see no justice, still weak, CeeLo on 'nuff green (CeeLo Green)

Hope my grandad smiles when he watches from above me

And it's funny how they stayed the same, and the same yutes are the ones watching me grow

I'm a white yute I can rap, but you ain't ever gonna hear me say (Can't say that)

You ain't ever gonna see me on Vevo, independent man I just do me bro

Now man's tryna get flee, I was straight bruck now I could never be broke

Tryna' be balling like I hit the lottery, Ima keep working and there ain't no stopping me, no, uh

Show love to my mum because she done a lot for me

Why the mandem gotta change up, they didn't do us any favours

Now we're smoking different flavours, we just do it for the paper

You ain't a trapper you a faker, I can see through all this fake love

Why they bagging us for grinding, if criminals is what they made us

Tell em just wait on the timing, and soon you'll see me on the stage, uh

I was never good at maths, no, all I know is how to weigh stuff

Get ill when I spit I'm too sick bro, we were bagging up the weed in zip ties

It was hard but you know I can't quit, no, done me dirty and it just don't sit right

But you know I'm gonna pop like Vimto, and that's why I pour lean in this sprite

I'm hard and it's only the intro, you ain't gonna get better than this guy

Got all this on my mind, uh

But I ain't got the time

So Ima' just stay on my grind (Stay on it)

They don't wanna see me win, Ima' go patiently wait on that time

All of my brothers know I'm gonna shine

I never get in my feelings, we gon' stack up this bread to the ceiling

Thanking the lord cause you know I'm still breathing

I'm still breathing, I'm still leaning

If I'm seeing my family good, money could never go buy that feeling

But the cats out, still fiending

Bring a rack out, or get your p's in

Then we're back out, in the freezing cold

Them man already know like, anytime I spit they froze

I don't want gold, I just want platinum plaques wanna see how many tracks I've sold

You man are just old, some of you are older than that

13 I was holding a pack

Spit on these beats with bro it's cold

When I hear you it's just totally whack, like

Fuck that shit, I'm done blud, fuck you pricks