Lyrics
You ain't got to be the richest, just be the realest
My claim's critical, but, I'm a fuckin' cynic
You're a fuckin' gimmick, mimic
Do it all for the image, but never really did it
I can't rest, I'm too wicked, I feel my mood switchin'
I ain't never gave nobody a problem who didn't want it
All you had to do was show me and I went and got it
There's a elephant in the room, but I'm sittin' on it
I got mental scars from this shit, but we're livin' off it
When they bring the streets up, I think you should switch the topic
If I'm bein' real, I don't mind, we can split the profit
I wake up and bill a rocket, last year, I saw my first M
This year, I need a couple profit, I got no time to sit and gossip
And that's word to the trap I kicked in for the things I wanted
Ambition like mine, let me know when you come across it
They'll probably come across it, and then double-cross it
Make all of the mistakes and then learn nothin' from it
It hits a little different when you're comin' from it
The struggle, that's what made you, why you runnin' from it
I been a real dope boy, you can't beat my grind
Can't break my spirit, in the shade I shine
You need guns when your mate's stoppin' beef like man
It's hard not to smile when you got some teeth like mine
Nanny told me, "Don't go out there, boy, it's cold outside"
I question everything I stood for and rode my time
Time and time again, one of me, and it's five of them
I bring my knees to my chest, and I rise again
I don't care who I might offend
If you ain't love me in the first place, why pretend?
If I sit and think about all the nights I spend, on some heartbroken shit
'Cause my body gave up, but my heart won't quit
I got fourteen grams, but my half won't flip
I got laces and boots, goals and assists
Fifty jailhouse fades, on Neighbourhood Crip
I really live this shit, you're a rappin'-ass bitch
I lost so many mates, I rub shoulders with greats
On this council estate, tenth floor in the stairs, we used to hide from the rain