Ain’t Got No One but Him

Ain’t Got No One but Him --- [Intro – Central Cee style] Look… I don’t chat much, I just let man clock the vibe. If you know, you know init. Ain’t tryna play victim, I just tell man how it is. Ray, yeah? Listen… --- [Verse 1] I ain’t got no one but Him, I’m talkin' God, that’s real no fibs, Man grew up round pain and things, bare nights cold, no love from him. Dad weren’t there, man’s ghosted—still, Couldn’t even clock his face in the field. Now I’m grown, can’t rate that still, Man’s not bitter, I just keep things chill. Lived with nan since I was a yute, Mum did her best, that’s truth. Man got four lil' sis now too, All from love—no pain, no bruise. Mum found peace in a king, no cap, He treat her like queen, no trap. Stepped in firm with a son, big bruh, Older than me but we vibe, that’s mad. --- [Hook / Chorus] Ain’t got no one but Him (real), Got fam from my mum, not him (nah). Mum, nan, uncs held man down, That’s why I shine, can’t dim (never). Ends weren’t sweet, man’s still blessed, Now I step clean in my creps (drippy). Drill but I talk with my chest, Me and God, that’s real, no flex (nah). --- [Verse 2] Never had toys, had dreams instead, Used to draw plans in my bunkbed. No silver spoon, just bread and stress, But now man’s clean, see the step and flex. Still got mandem that trap or glide, Still got pain that I can't describe. But I keep it calm, got things to lose, Mum and nan—yeah, that’s my tribe. Unc used to dash man change for skool, Helped me graft, can’t act like a fool. Road weren’t love, but I learnt them rules, Bare man talk, but they cap like tools. Stepbro brudda like blood, no lie, Move same way, you won’t tell, why? Different mums but the bond’s so tight, That’s fam for real, not vibes online. --- [Hook / Chorus] Ain’t got no one but Him (facts), Got fam from my mum, not him (nah). Mum, nan, uncs held man down, That’s why I shine, can’t dim (never). Ends weren’t sweet, man’s still blessed, Now I step clean in my creps (yeah). Drill but I talk with my chest, Me and God, that’s real, no flex (come on). --- [Outro – Spoken] No love for the absent, but no hate neither… I just rate who stayed, simple. Mum’s a queen, nan’s an angel, Rest of the fam? Certified. Ray out… yeah.