It’s all fake love they don’t want you to win, I’m in the back of the whip Tryna catch these kids,they just verbal a lot ,I’m on the strip with Rahul circling the block,fireworks and rockets that’s all we got that’s all we need,Cah when I’m spark my spilff I think it’s all a dream.I’m on my own shit they can’t catch up mummy cooking dinner in the crib she told me to hurry up but I can’t leave the roads cuz thats what made me now they saying I changed but where were they when I needed them most,fuck these punks everyones about chasing money and girls,I’m not that one.my goal is 1 million in 7 different ways the days are flying past one day I’ll be in a coffin would u care about my yardies then or think the little cunt gone.but right now I’m active I’m tryna score hat-Rick’s I was in grill garden eating on a fat dish.I just want one wish all my bruddah see me shine while I’m on top with them on my fucking side.everyday I wake up with a smile on my face but in the end of the day I don’t know how death will taste