In a Yango — going like 28 miles and I paid like a fiver

Old school, jabbing up war dogs — that shit couldn’t be done by Pfizer

Shielding my feelings, I’m frozen still — I’m a soldier

Snake me? I’m Hydra

Tested the calibre for DNA — flams on the case, coulda been his saliva

Kaiser, Berlin tour where the guys are

Circle large like the Hadron Collider

They wanna hit that dome with iron

That’s a ballistic strike — like Haifa

Changed his tune — he was rolling with rats, Pied Piper, caught with a sidebar

Milan shop, but there’s no more stock, still in my Man City — Tijjani Reijnders

Temptation for the retaliation

Lost that arm — no recalibrating

I came in the game, don’t need validating

Seeing my face? Don’t need salutations

Songs do lack in the quality aspect

It’s a shame that the steez elevate him

War crime — starvation on my music

They said I’m not feeding the nation

First generation asylum — seeking the parents

Dad died praying for Mum and I’m saying, “Jesus, spare us.”

Gamble lives on the estate, so I know freedom’s careless

Ain't letting no school system in our lives — we're letting the streets prepare us

Came out the airport, then I went straight in a Yango

Uncle calling me “Blancs” — avó in the house like, “Who is this blanco?”

Peito de frango, coentros — I don’t want no cilantro

Carrying all of my family — I can't get sick of my backbone

Revering the struggle — it’s making me better

He was going up like BTC, now he’s down like Tether

Enchantment on my diamonds, chest plate — I’m tryna send that boy to the Nether

Sweatpants from GV Gallery and my jacket is heavy — it’s full-grain leather

The fire, Endeavor — it’s One For All in my section

Hate on bro 'cause you’re broke — and I’m finding that shit perplexing

C4 followed NC3 — I got strength in the night, I’m a ChessKid

Can’t breathe when I get close to fakeness — that trigger is anaphylaxis

Friends still stuck in a felon affair — that’s toxic bonding

Still in estates, no inheritance — just lines on the map like I’ve been in Wisconsin

Left my post and really went AWOL — that’s army term for absconding

Handicap when I went against them man — tryna leave them like Joe Swanson

Ran 'bout 28 miles

Renovations — that’s 28 thousand

No Way Home — and they calling me Miles

Count me out when I should’ve been counted

Dismounted — off my high horse, I’m grounded

Arrogance blinds, but my humility’s bounded

Came out the airport, then I went straight in a Yango

Uncle calling me “Blancs” — avó in the house like, “Who is this blanco?”

Peito de frango, coentros — I don’t want no cilantro

Carrying all of my family — I can't get sick of my backbone