I've been more than just patient I used to be a waiter These rappers don't know they my kids Like I'm Kat Slater Swing for the hills My niggas gotta keep a Lightsaber Used look down on me And now they're asking for a favour I gotta tame this beast That's been habituating me Felt like I've been losing firm grasp on my sanity I go through cool, calm, collected Then I'm acting panicky Spray paint brains Cos my neurones on some anarchy What's my punishment? If I don't know what real or fake? Why would I be running if the best I do is second place? I've been cunning I've been plotting I've been setting pace Gotta pick your fights I'm a heavy You're a feather-weight Used to have them waves Now my hair looks like I'm Willian Lying in your raps You wouldn't have the guts to kill a man We could do Hakkassan or We could do spaghetti cans As long as I'm staying fully true to who I really am - - I'm smiling on the passport Don't think you can do that Look forward to the summers with the linkups Get the crew back "Jesi, you're the coldest for your age" But I knew that I think all of my raps do a little more than prove that - I went from reggie to cali I got a finer taste But loud is loud So I ain't never let it go to waste Working on my anger I've been tryna reach the holy grace Mum used to tell me that there's always time And a place Gotta live a few years Just so I can get away Always on my phone So they really got my meta data Ain't got chat for a hater Do you have time for christ our savoir.? No? No jehovah but I'm knocking on doors Now I'm grabbing half ounces Use to get me a scores I've been doing prison press-ups Til I'm dead on the floor I think my work ethic comes from dad and the chores So if my words cut deep Get a stitch I mistook internal bleeding For an stomach ache and itch Til I was coughing up bare blood and other shit And I sent KK all the clips of my lungs throwing fits Like my cerebellum split Ain't a situation where the kid'll ever fuckin miss Ain't a situation I can't catch the beat like fish Ain't no issues when I'm sticking to the script When I break status-quo I make em flinch I'll be back in pinch All this cringe make me wince "I was wrestling these demons" like I'm Vince I haven't looked back ever since Now I'm looking to the beamer with the tints Paid in stone cold cash like a flint Bare apes on the print Vision bad, I gotta squint When you getting money You aint gotta think And I manifest it's coming really quick And when I make a couple more Then I might get a cuban link And when I get a couple more Then I'll be living like a prince Fuck that I'm like a king Ain't an L if you can take on the chin Gotta guard up like I'm covering my shins Last night I was drinking just to binge Then I woke up in the motherfucking bin When I'm sober, all this shit just really stings I've been putting in the extra Ain't no bubble gum or mint Chopping life until I'm skint I'm on the edge, I'm on the brink (I'm on the edge, I'm on the brink) (I'm on the edge, I'm on the brink) Your words are a waste of time Youre just- you're just wasting time Leave now, swear that I'll be fine I swear that, swear that I'll be fine No chit chat, don't need reminding If you had a heart, I would find it I've thinking bout position and timing Isolated, trapped on an island I've been meditating Listening to Potter Payper No, I never work for free I gotta charge you for the labour Now we cutting ties a lot Quite akin to blades and razors You can feel this through your system Like I got a fucking tazer Should we bow in prayer? Fuck a nah-sayer At a stage, first name base with the tailor My guy Arch went Croatia just to be a sailor We ain't scared of much The only thing we fear is failure And if ain't my time I pray that I get spared today Cos Lord knows that I got some spare In any case It's... Anytime Any place Anywhere Anything Them man there tried to jump me on avenger tings And I still went down swinging like a pendulum I'll make em pay It's like they owe me severance I never known a nigga That made rap sound oh so elegant It's like we down in Devon Shooting pheasants Writing rhetoric Cos when it comes to writing I'm a specialist Remember this We need to talk 'bout Kevin and what Kevin did Taking every currency Those Chuckies And them Benjamins Hot fire Like a lighter Plus a puddle made of kerosine Mrs. Cartwright called me 'borderline intelligent' Remember thinking... "Bitch is off her medicine?" I'm genius by other peoples measurements I feel like O-Dog in the store Behaving rather menacing It's really speaking for itself Don't need nobody selling it I'm tied up with some horrible degenerates I'm Zion for the Pelicans My aura fill a room up like the elephant Fuck the world, the earth ain't leaving celibate And it's still fuck the government Unless they make me treasurer You should take your head up out your arse You ain't no enema I'm telling ya'