Diamonds in the cut
Tailors on a break
Nav is on the wreck
Tryna find a way
Demons in the front
Dreams on the phone
Tell my ****** sing for me
Young boy talking about the same old things
Mums in the back with the better do wells
Imma kick ball if I ever had skill
But I was a young blud too scared too fail
These bars don't sound like me
But if I spit hard then I might just blow
I've been working in the bars like tenders
10 years deep like I'm on death row
This town is an artists dungeon
I left the stu just to get to the function
And ****** never notice bro
I was there for a sec and then I dipped like
More time given to the art I guess
Think I'm the best I'm a narcissist
God still blessing where I park my steps
So why's my chest doing 808
Ashwa pills and a smokers lung
What these ****** do when they got stressful days
Mic in my face imma write some tunes
And my headphone blasting the old school plays
Young g with an elders mind
Getting long tryna own what I know is mine
I don't just wanna know the time but I want a gold chain
When I own the time the coldest mind
Skipped out of my dark place letting off fireworks
I'm in the database check for the arsonist
I'm in apartments looking out Battersea like nah
You don't get to see
Dreamers fantasy
The devils playground doubles still
A young boy tryna make first team
Might have just slipped his chance when he touched the field like
(Tragic tragic tragic)
Make this music magic
Greatness moves in practice
Getting so obsessed I might just move the atlas
Diamonds in the cut
Taylor's on a break
Nav is on a wreck
Tryna find a way
Demons in the front
Dreams on the phone
Tell my ****** sing for me
Just another boy with the Midas flow
Silver surfer
See the flow you know it's wrote in cursive
Mumma calls I'm smiling in the surface
Money dreams are never worth the purpose
6 figures on a dream in my 20's
Never been the type for the rat race
I need the trust over lust
So all I've been saying to my girl is you better not lie to me
I've got Scorpio needs
Relevant thoughts
Seek respect for the parts I miss
Getting to close to the end zone
Now I've been stressing more about last nights kiss
Deep down I just blame my environments
Like how do we know if we don't see
These man controlling bbc
Ain't never had ****** that look like me
Or niggas that look like them
Brown skin she don't look like them
She works too hard
She's got two kids
My best friends mum you know that trend
She don't know who she is no more
Said my kids who I'm working for
Ex man that's a useless yute
Child support don't come from poor
Cigarette smoke for the pain relief
Morphine hits for the days to come
Nobody sees the cards you're dealt
These ****** still wanna blame the mum that's bogus
What's the reason I wrote this
I'm a dope fiend looking for the hope like
If I get it give a half to a friend
She says that's kind
I don't know why I've been jotting these words in my private
I my 'dult phase where I don't like violence
Still killing these beats like
Maybe these ****** must think that I don't like silence
Burberry and Aston dreams
A big damn party for sweet 16s
I don't mean kids I mean these songs
I hope my ****** get finer things
Diamonds in the cut
Taylor's on a break
Nav is on a wreck
Tryna find a way
Demons in the front
Dreams on the phone
Tell my ****** sing for me
