Birdseye View

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(I keep on rolling up the)

I keep on rolling up the sweet but it won't substitute you

I bought a membership to gym, tryna run into you

I wanna love you, same time, I gotta run these bands up

I need a birdseye view, and you can't understand that

I'm with a boot and my ooter who'll do you two times

Them man are crabs in a bucket for the limelight

I think you, I think you must have me fucked up

Fam, I gotta get the check, then I'm headin' home boy

I know what it feels like to split racks with my homeboy

Please don't watch their thing, that's all just for show boy

(That's all just for show boy, trust me)

Look at all the lies they feed, brainwashing you and me

How could I doubt myself? Got me feeling like a neek

And you're not trying to work, I done did a thousand weeks

My mummy needs it more than me

And you know I stay true to myself, you kna

Trophy on the shelf, you kna

South London, yeah you kna

Smoking like a rasta

Talking all that ra ra

Rare tier, bla bla

Rappers coming like my sons, I am the father

I keep on rolling up the sweet but it won't substitute you

I bought a membership to gym, tryna run into you

I wanna love you, same time, I gotta run these bands up

I need a birdseye view, and you can't understand that

I'm with a boot and my ooter who'll do you two times

Them man are crabs in a bucket for the limelight

I think you, I think you must have me fucked up

Give me a reason, I just feel like leaving

What's really real and I'm dreaming?

And you can't see how I see it, or feel it

Please make it make sense

Million lights in my eyes

And it still don't make sense

And, emotional wreck

When, mad at bro, lost my head

He prolly thinks I'm a mess

I'm workin' on how I vent

But from a check to a check

I fold cash like eggs

I'm diggin' deep in my pocket, if mum talking 'bout rent