It’s Lipsieoner you know I am back About to drop another track I got them skills to go back to back Every day with a blade dacked These fake fucks and phoneys sluts It’s just enough to make you cringe As they hit your phone N whinge I got enough up on my plate Ain’t got no time for fake fucks N fake muts I am out there tryna make it out that rut Dropin track and doing crime use to be that life of mine 16 years I was stuck in that trap N 16 years I will never get back At time I was on that search lad Looking back it’s kinda sad The thing you would do for that satty bag You would walk along and snatch that bag Even steal from ya mum and dad I wish I never lived this life But now I sit and pay the price 9 years of his life I will never get back and can’t replace The bond we had when I seen his face