Cold Hearted World

Look

Bro I used to beg my mum for shoes now I got every colour forces

God planned this for me, I don't force it

Trenchfoot for real, I still step with the enforcements

Seen niggas bite their hands

Cus they ain't happy with their portions

I need a crib somewhere where it's gorgeous

And even then bro, I'm staying cautious

Can't let them in the fortress

Cause the voice in my head said "He think's I'm a rapper

He don't know that if he runs up then I'll put on a performance"

And bro will vouch he saw me wash my knife off in the basin

I'm many things but ain't complacent

Mum washed our clothes in the tub that we would bathe in

We really put belt to ass for any misbehavin'

You-you ain't slapped it broadday had to pickup casings

Cause if they nick you for it, you won't come home 'till your ancient

But when I lose my patience, I turn them into patients

Was home and away, I did it bait in front the neighbours

I grew in the zoo, they got Minnie in an A-Cat

The money from my tape went to niggas that have taped that

Straight facts from way back

When lighthouse was where we used to base at

I knew I'd find the needle in the haystack

You know I don't play that

I just played the hand that I was dealt

Take the M outta malone, they left me here all by myself

They gave my nigga life, and I still think about him

I sleep better knowing that I helped whenever I can help

And when, Villa sold Grealish, I was trialing for a burner charge

We stick together then we make it further darg

Furthermore, we're all going prison if they turn this car

She think that I'm sweet, she don't know we live a world apart

I curl my fingers into g's and I feel patriotic

Before they paid us money, niggas really paid us homage

I went to prison, year eight, I never made it college

Sundays it was pigeon and potatoes with some gravy on it

Praying on it

Cause I made a promise, tryna honour it

Forgive me Granny, I'm still learning how to build my tolerance

If they grab me with this stick then you don't know the origins

He was talking gangster 'till they peeled him like some oranges

Heard a big bang, Howard Wolowitz

He weren't on his block, so we brang him where his mother lives

Where i'm from they'll offer you a pack before a scholarship

I felt when Durk said I claim my sister and my brother's kids

I love the smiles on all their little faces when I got 'em gifts

Might not know a lot of things, but I know I got my sis

I put on for the trenches, I'm a communist

They'd rather choose clout over clarity

Then ask me what the problem is

You know how many losses I took cause of this?

I'm smiling in pictures they don't know I had to crop the pic

When no one else believed I stayed an optimist

Look how my life's transforming like Optimus

Just tryna make it home like Cleon on 'The Warriors'

It's a cold hearted world, y'know

Ain't no warmth out here my nigga man

Closest thing you get to that is your burner blud

You hear me?

Thinkin' people make it out like we fucking glamourised it

You hear me bro?

Giving them the straightest drop, bro

Like, what the fuck sounds fun about what man's rapping bro?

(Shh)