20th January

You just hatin' 'cause I'm realer than you (Jxmie, bring the beat back)

My bitch badder than your bitch and I got pictures to prove

And we so high up like we buildin' a roof

I make millions out of nothin' just from spillin' my truth

Yeah, we still grindin' like we got somethin' to prove

Even though we got nothin' to prove

Took every risk 'cause we had nothin' to lose

Makin' millions just spillin' my truth, spillin' my

I sat in my cell and I prayed for this

M told me, "Have sabr, put your faith in this"

This is God's plan, somebody tell an atheist

Blud, I worked on the strip in the rain for this

Ran a hundred plays for this, still runnin' plays for this

Told my mum, "I'm broke," I'm on the roads, I can't stay for this

Fuck I look like, about me get a job

Bitch, my name's KayMuni, I'm the key to the mob

Yo, my shawty from TikTok think that I'm a rapper, I just licked off

All them hand-to-hands make the strip hot

Can't tell her what I really do or where this money came from

I worked for the plug for a month then I became one

Baby, I just left the trenches with the killers there

Yo, they ask me, "Where's Dange?" I said, "He's still in there"

Funny, when he comes home, I'll probably be a millionaire

Christmas Day in the Green, I ate my dinner there

9 AM, sendin' texts, make sure the line's on

You better hope I don't get the lo', I'm finna bine on

Your friends too outside, I prefer the shy ones

You gotta keep a real bitch close if you find one

We're tryna burn a boy, somebody's fucked tonight

I'm feelin' paranoid, my spinner's gettin' tucked tonight

We in the field so don't be runnin' outta luck tonight

And don't phone her phone, she with us in the truck tonight

I'm with my South ting in West but I'm from Brum

I got feds prayin' that they catch me with another gun

I can't go back, they used to phone the jail and get me spun

I lost so much, I can't accept that we won

But I guess that we winnin', livin' better than I ever did

I gotta say alhamdulilah for everything

Cah I slept on the floor in a cat's yard for a bill

So when Marnz said I'm actually a rap star, it gives me chills

Louis this, Louis that, but truth is, I don't need it

It probably just helps how I'm feelin'

Can't put my prison issue tracky on and stay out on the yard

You gettin' money now, how come you ain't sent none to your dargs?

I'm gettin' money now, my slim ting wanna get her tits done

Maybe if she does the brick run or at least a stick run

Come on, bae, you know that we thuggin'

If I tell the truth, a hundred quid ain't really nothin'

I just spent that in the wop with the weed man

I'm back now, but trust me, wait 'til the team land

Bro, she ain't seen man in years, probably wonder how my life is doin'

When I caught my case, I thought my life was ruined

But it's calm though, just know I'm doin' better than ever, fam

I sent twenty P's to Michael Jackson and they never land

Bro, you better get an umbrella, gang, it's rainin'

If rap don't work then I'm stainin' (then I'm stainin')