Off the Record 3

Yeah, Yungs

This one's off the record

We on a race in the building

Of course

I've seen weed turn my best friend mad

Why'd you think that I don't blaze?

I've seen my favourite rappers go broke

Why'd you think that I don't rave?

I don't stunt when I get paid, me I'd rather get the dough and save

I've got my dream whipped but I'm still working like a slave

Moved my mum out of the hood before I got myself a chain

Sixteen, I should've been in school getting grades

But I was putting my other best friend in the grave

The OGs in the ends say they're proud and I'm brave

I took their sons out the hood, they never throw shade

I've had bags, I've had boxes, I've rolled with a blade

Yeah Lord knows I've sinned but not as much as I've prayed

I put my bredrins on their first flight

I beat the girls that you wifeyed on the first night

I've had the worst nights, I watched my bredrin go and dip a yout

Then switch up and change the road for the church life, it's mad

If you're my brother, you don't stab me in the back

So I guess you ain't my brother 'cause you never had my back

And if I left it down to you, you would've left me in the trap

And I know that one will hurt because you know I'm talking facts

Yeah, another problem I didn't need

I found a way out when they didn't believe

And don't question if I'm loyal fam, when I support Liverpool

In 26 years, I ain't seen us win the league

Uh, I still never walk alone

My cuz came out of jail, I gave him dough like "Welcome home"

A couple years ago I might've bought him food

But fuck all that man, I'm grown

This is that real shit, this ain't no sad tune

I would bring everyone if I had room

Yeah I've got neeky friends and I've got mad goons

Who ain't got tats but they've got stab wounds

My nephew, he just listens to that gang shit

I do this shit so he don't have to do that gang shit

Chilling on my lonely hour, vibing to that Sam Smith