ST,
I see a lot of man let their creep in Watch who you eat with, the that you sleep with Watch who you with, walk with, speak with The first to the motives, the last to the Huh, all I know is how to work Start off as a worker and thats just how it bruh When I was tryna work niggas never tried to up But when it's time to up everybody turns up And I don't know what I was with the tweets about the searches But Harry got murdered man was so emotional Tryna solutions I had some good intentions but I guess I couldn't word The so funny I got a message that the streets don't love me The streets don't you If you died today they wouldn't to your fucking GoFundMe A lot of man me, but man can't touch me That's why I gotta chuckle, I'm a Poet, no My mummy tryna wake me up for in the morning Is the only time a human on this has ever rushed me Pshh, boy it's I tell them yutes that skunk weed is gonna you All you do is go and score a point or two It's ironic got a point to prove When we were young we never to them older man How you beefing man if you don't even the man? Before you poke a man you man expose a man All for some Instagram clout on exposing So gangster then? 'Cause I don't really know if I'm honest When we were young we had dreams of being Ballers, doctors, in an office So how did that turn into dropping out of Snaps in a prison cell, bodies in a London is cursed, city's got a problem My bro ain't got a bird he got an ostrich, a fucking sentence So talk about experience I say what I want and that's My team I still got a squad of lifers Dovegate to ISIS, freedom is priceless And I see a lot of man draw me out I feel the tension in the air I walk around But would you rather be the talking or the person doing all the things that people talk about? Scratch that, I ain't with the My mum me David, girls call me Santan And fam, I give a fuck if you're a badman You madman, the only guy I'm is the tax man They say that fame is a game and it's 'Cause if you say the word then everybody wants to hang man Ask Surge about the that I had man I brought the fam like when Tommy got the black hand And if you got a good you need to keep her close And let her in, the difference is When hit the fan they're gonna disappear All sidechicks, and all them mistresses All your broskis and your And all the man you were standing in the pictures with They ain't visiting 'cause they got a thing to give I'm a But line between stopping it and living it I'm in the thick of it You would think I told my boys to party in South 'Cause this year I said we need to touch fish Too yutes are dying and I'm sick of it