It’s hard to hate on the truth I’m livin’
Enough man hate with the lies instead
Countin’ cash with the phone to my ear
I feel like Meek on the private jet
Life or death, five-five, eyes, thighs, potential wifey
Industry, respected highly, in the street, protected
I do know my man, but I don’t trust him
Trust that, Ps in the trap digustin’
Stick with the stick, PVA, PDA, kiss that in public
South London where I made my
South London’s where I made my first hundred
Elastic bands, plastic bags, two in the blue likе cheese and onion
In Jamaica, quick vacation, travellin’ my past time
‘Nough pollution in thе ends, I flew back yard ‘cah I wanna see starlight
Eritrean, skin tone cinnamon, I think I found my princess
My empress, still gonna impress
I know them man talk on the kid, but