What They Ain't

No licence drink-driving I could turn my lights off and still stay in my lane I was Crown Court trialling Now I'm backstage tipsy with the guys And I can hear them all screaming my name In the shade, I'm still shining You know real back in style, let them hate 'Cah they know we are what they ain't I miss seeing nanny smiling But, I know she looking down proud God blessed me, I got rich off pain Convicted criminal Living pitiful Forever ridiculed Troubled individual Miserable, unmissable Can't communicate, so get physical Typical, sometimes I wish I was invisible These thoughts are intrusive and P seems elusive I got rich off pain, so it's all inclusive And he alone walks on the path he chooses But how you change on me? You used to pass me twoses I'm sick of these cells, but these bars are soothing Now when they make a offer, they just can't refuse him Keep it real with me, please I'm insisting The money can't make up for the dargs I'm losing I'm fighting for my life, there's no chance I'm losing They stay assuming while I'm resuming Check my resume and I keep improving I make millions, I don't make excuses No licence drink-driving I could turn my lights off and still stay in my lane I was Crown Court trialling Now I'm backstage tipsy with the guys And I can hear them all screaming my name In the shade, I'm still shining You know real back in style, let them hate 'Cah they know we are what they ain't I miss seeing nanny smiling But, I know she looking down proud God blessed me, I got rich off pain Ambitious, driven, hard-working Perfectly imperfect Straight talking genius, tryna see the best in people Legal, Muslim, peaceful Can't be recalled Can't be blackballed Clean hearted factual Steer my own ship, I'm the Admiral OT beef, I come round and make the trap warm Running from police in the shoes that the crack bought E'thing they throw at me, it bounces off the backboard Do you love me or you hate me? 'Cause this shit's confusing And when you talk to me, it just gets abusive I'm talking to myself and my dreams are lucid I'm sick of this game and the fame's a nuisance I'm sick of my city and these kids are ruthless I'm sick of this system and their institutions I got a whole lotta years I ain't recouping Michael Scofield, I became the blueprint No licence drink-driving I could turn my lights off and still stay in my lane I was Crown Court trialling Now I'm backstage tipsy with the guys And I can hear them all screaming my name In the shade, I'm still shining You know real back in style, let them hate 'Cah they know we are what they ain't I miss seeing nanny smiling But, I know she looking down proud God blessed me, I got rich off pain How I find understanding, is With my own head and with life Which is that, people are people They can't be controlled, changed, altered Nothing, people are people, who they are, yeah? Life is life Your life is your life No one can be blamed or praised for how your life is going Because you are the admiral of your own shit, yeah? Um, emotions like Love, depression, erm, anger They're all just fleeting moments in this long thing So if you focus on any one of them, or give them up Or anything, or allow any of them to become your identity You've lost Your hook's gonna be fantastic!