Titanic (baddies & Cannies)

(Ooh) (Ahh, yeah yeah) (Yeah yeah yeah) Yeah yeah yeah, ahh) Ahh, yeah yeah yeah yeah) (Ahh, 4) Ice on my wrist titanic Richard mil rolly the patek Look at the sky I'm so grateful I ain't been to jail Life's been a madness Celebrating with my gs Up in a v Baddies and cannies Came a long way used to share the same shoes Used to share the same fabrics Baggeuttes on my bezel it's crazy Remember when I would imagine Turned the hustle to a passion Now the results outstanding I broke her heart She want me to fix it I'm no mechanic Baby my heart break was worse It's like it was done with ceramics Give her the ts and the cs before I fuck her Going crazy she mad I can't love her She keep asking me who broke my heart Girl I only had one I gave that to my mother Scarred emotionally drip just a cover Smoking blunts in my German with gunna Anything's possible I seen that nigga there Go from nothing to wunna I told her after the stu I would buck her She keep on asking for my ETA She want my chromosomes Yeah she want my dna She wanna fuck with no rubber My favourite mistake was my daughter Ain't dumb enough to make another yeah Bitches crazy I cant trust another Only my sister and mother yeah Sometimes I wonder What would life be like if I was born rich Would I be hitting shots out the Honda Would I watch them plates for undercover I'm so grateful, made me who I am Wouldn't be myself without the come up Don't let it get to your head boy Stressing gone make you a dead boy Ice on my wrist titanic Richard mil rolly the patek Look at the sky I'm so grateful I ain't been to jail Life's been a madness Celebrating with my gs Up in a v Baddies and cannies Came a long way used to share the same shoes Used to share the same fabrics Baggeuttes on my bezel it's crazy Remember when I would imagine Turned the hustle to a passion Now the results outstanding I broke her heart She want me to fix it I'm no mechanic Baby my heart break was worse It's like it was done with ceramics Baby my heartbreak was worse Everything going wrong feel like a curse Is it cos I'm with killers Couple go Jummah Couple go to church I been smoking that loud Life's been getting on my nerves I'm with a Bitch in the clouds She gone suck me till I'm out I'm rapping for the pain not the clout Where were they when I wanted some wings with my chips And I couldn't I just had a pound No asking mum prefer my tummy growl I been hustling from a child If hustling had a grade Mine would be an A And ima graduate, keep on going all the way Some times I wonder Why I gave you my heart and you broke it All the pain me and sis had to suffer Crazy how I'm talking bout my mother I'm so grateful Made me who I am but emotionally now I'm a Fuck up Don't let it get to your head boy Stressing gone make you a dead boy