Outro

Yo, if I weren't for the T
Tell me where I would've of been
Whip drive without keys
I'm inspiration for the streets
If you find a nigga with my story, then show me
Years I was lonely, I turned handcuffs to Rollies (Maker Music)
I shed for blood for this ting
Don't get bun with this ting
Really bust off my ting and had to run with my ting
Six in my ting like Ontario
Gangster like Sicario
My strip jumping like cardio
Charge for features, used to charge 'em for ninas
We made doubters believers, now the whip got no ceiling
Didn't feed me crumbs, I built this shit on my ones
Bayo paid me in grub, I was selling one on one
Used to talk under the table akh, my phone was ripping
Teacher never had a clue, they couldn't see the vision
Fifteen running this line like I'm forty
My sales never new my age, why? 'Cause they never saw me
I got dirty and mix, can turn a half to brick
My heart broke when my runner said he wanna go Lidge
You gain strength when you gotta go through the pain
Lost four sticks and I had to recuperate
Niggas always turning
Can't wear my heart on my sleeve, I'm still learning
I went jail, my block's beefing, it was burning
Course I'm supposed to be up, I was determined
Don't know why niggas pray on my downfall
I grew just like you, mummy's yard was the council's
But I decorate my pain in designer
Real trap boy, I pledge allegiance to the Lyca

When mi was like you I picked granny up with money
Wild money, uh
Mad money, yeah
Mi had no Ppapers, so me spend a hundred grand fi do tings for me
Big off a lockfi to do tings for me
We nah do nothin'
Mi come here fi come mek my family better
Here and abroad, yeah
So mi cyan't loose ball, mi cyan't
I said nuff gyal robbed me
Cah dem people ah call the police you know
Mi gone, yuh nuh see?
So careful now
Legally properly like