ACG

Im losing faith, maybe i really need jesus

Retrace my steps and try look for the peices

Gimme some leeway ill figure it out

No time to break like i come outta recces

I flip the bread, watch the landing, i grease it

My pockets heavy, they getin real feta (fed up)

Cop me some pack, all i need now im cheesin

Love of the game what its really about

I keep my foot on the gas i cant let up

DVLA keep on sending me letters

I gotta take a more secretive route

Still got my flaws, i can always do better

**** im cold, i got the ACG, Fitted on me

Now i feel flyer than ever

She wont pick him over me, obviously, lil bro gotta do better

Really think i am elite, still gotta peak, **** play like im deluded

Eye on the cash, man i gotta pursue it

If ur aint, what are u doing

Lettin my hair out, i feel like that rubin

Im tryna influence music

Still tyna look for a crib in the south

I gotta book a few viewings

Walk in the flat and im stinking of loud

Got a few ppl that hate on my ways

Try an keep distant and well be ok

Took a few L aint i aint even proud

I cannot let it affect me today

In the stu an im still tweaking the sound

Put it together, new tape otw