[Verse 1]
N***as keeping up with funny shit
I don’t know what’s wrong but my instincts told me suttin is
I got this chromie with a rubber grip
Risk my freedom is it worth the risk?
No nuttin is
I stay ready if they wanna diss
Got my Rambo when I cut that brick
Shawty complained saying she thought that I was done with this
I tell her it's just one more flip
I couldn’t take another loss on my country strip
Gun on hip, we’ll come and pull up where your mummy lives
Don’t judge me‚ I know that shit fuckery
But I ain’t take all these risks for an ungrateful prick to bump me
All them left and rights ducking from them undies
I was tryna get the bestest price‚ I fund myself nobody ain’t fund me
I was broke and I loved myself nobody ain’t love me
Now they tell me that they love me and they need me out in Dublin
N***as got they’re hand out they but they ain’t feed me in the dungeon
And I never had nuthin when I was buckin ops in Dunlin

[Chorus]
I nearly died for this paper‚ look my eyes honest
All this money all this power got my eyes on it
And my country phone still got all these clients on it
And all these long nights I just had, I’m still tired from it
Wildin, confused‚ I don’t know why I risked my life for, this food
They want me on a pave with white chalk, for true
Kill them with success so mine's all for you
[Verse 2]
All this pain I went through I nearly died
Times we lost all our waps but we never hide
I told all my n***as that it's love‚ I never lied
Mind working like I’m sixty-five turning twenty-five, shit
This young n***a come up selling light now we lit
Now this young n***a can afford to light up his wrist
I don’t glamorise jail, them lonely nights they were shit
N***as thing this shit was easy, but I nearly died from these risks
Couldn’t wait for it to dry when I whip
I couldn’t cope jakes pulled up side to side with my whip
It was bootcuts now they say I’m coming aight with the drip
N***as think this shit was easy, but I nearly died from these risks

[Chorus]
I nearly died for this paper, look my eyes honest
All this money all this power got my eyes on it
And my country phone still got all these clients on it
And all these long nights I just had, I’m still tired from it
Wildin, confused, I don’t know why I risked my life for, this food
They want me on a pave with white chalk, for true
Kill them with success so mine's all for you