✔️ hands together looking up hoping for the best, hoping to be blessed, hands together above my vest a punching knee pushing down on my chest undressed under arrest cops at my address sorry mum for the stress sorry mum my life's a mess, I'm in such for success I know unless I progress become less obses there be nothing left, gun firer body's drop what a waste run away driver we got a cop chase blue and red red and blue two in the head dead due to you you making the news they taking my shoes 98 the date I was born to late a great storm had to follow perform you have to swallow so so warm the vibrations from the speaker courses you frustrations to get deeper your knees weaker your invited to my tree house you need to bring jd weed and pows we gonna joke smoke n' drink from a can and make love or as close as love that we can assume, sat like the moon these a cat stood in my room these pills these pills good all I do is eat food fuck and fight and rock a Mike you can awuier what you like my bars fire no minor hype got scars from a prior strike got cars not the higher type style sweet like a choir right pin point like a sniper strike know your type not a rider can burnish fuckers like a lighter yet over the web l like a spider and I bite a outsider like a rottweiler what you about watch your mouth be carful who let up in your house don't brag what you push be carful who you trust ebe careful who you push why you acting so tough carful who you leave the club with don't show no love bitch let's start slow with words so sweat taking of my polo follow the beat you never felt a man like this before bite and kiss something you can't ignor got my baby on the phone "you was right and I was wrong what time you coming home miss you I'm all on my alone"fuck that bitch I neve going home I said I'm never going homeeee I'm king of the thrown I got tours to do groupies to getthrough money to make with the crew how yougonna find me in every club behind me drink drink drink remind me no time to think gotta watch your back gotta watch but not snap back your man evil I believe you now let me tell you what we do whenever I fall I rise you falls lacking spice you chicken without the rice not gonna say it twice I don't play nice she in qthe club with her ex lover she know I'm tougher don't be a punk pussy she gonna discover I'm rougher looking at me funny begging me not use a rubber she know I'm making that money she Kim k wanting that security no bitches allowed but bad bitched gather around fuck boys stomp your feet on the ground real men make a sound fuck snitches and those who trying to grab my chain not a player but I bag bad bitches it's all in the game grab a bottle grab a moddle no need to be hostal we all ending up at the hospital I'm seeing people I mugged in the past turning up to my club and i do is laugh straight up you dickheads need to wake up trapt out of gas like I'm in Alcatraz haven't seen me around for a bit came back with the crown shit and a suit to fit a suited bitch a Peterborough boy and proud of it we don't fire shots we firer rockets take your shit like pickpockets and we shock like fucked sockets and we rock like we old school and we fuck like we all do if I let shots ring expect to go down you can go from a king to a clown in this town I'm a let them sing but who the ghetto King with the ring who the one who always wins in the Bentley with a friendly of women with him winning sinning forgiven or forbidden I'm listing (second song)