[Intro]
(LA Beats)
RV

[Verse 1]
Soon as I turned eighteen, feds had me in Feltham doin' up chart show
Judge put seven on my back, Ronaldo
'018, went back 'cause I'm savage, came home, hit twenty-one in the charts though
Told my tailor he gotta leave room for the G19 when he pattern these cargos
Make it beat like Amapiano
I don't care if he's purple or green, put a shell inside, avocado
Made Mercedes money on my pedal bike, them times, I didn't have a car though
T house settings weren't fit to live in, if that was now, I would've shout Kwajo
Thought he was a real n***a, but he's a bitch like Darkoo
If I was down to my last pound, still would've gave bro fifty P
And he switched on me, all I can do is kiss my teeth
Let me sip my tea and wait for the hitters get you
No one can intervene, I put that on my sister's nephew
Where's the sexy girl that love gunman?
You know that's my type, my man said he's gon' touch man
Yo, that's a Y, fire, fire
We fight fire with fire
When I wave my stick, I ain't conducting a choir

[Chorus]
Should I be repenting or on a revenge ting? (Should I? Should I?)
Is the love real or are they pretending? (Is it real? Is it real?)
I don't wanna be famous, why the fuck's my video trending? (Why? Why?)
Do I really love uptown or do I miss the ends ting?
All of these questions, I ain't got answers, so I'm just venting
[Verse 2]
I was in my cell with the pen and the notepad
Now I open the notes app
All them years in jail, PTSD, I don't wanna go back
Got caught waps on a bad day, more time, I don't lack (No)
And you know that (Glee)
Stay with a glee like Kodak
Don't come out here if you got no wap (Don't)
All the n***as that cheffed up, I chef a book for the recipes (Ching)
Do it like Pac-Man, give it more energy
Make your brethrens have to pour Hennessey
Pray I don't get drawn out, I don't want no more enemies
I'm tryna be a better me
Fans tell me I should up the work rate, imagine that
And if I wanted to rap in the first place, I'd back my chap (True)
Never did dash if it weren't jakes (Never)
Slingin' packs, I put pack on the streets, no earthquake
No cap, no cap, Allah's my witness
How can I ask for forgiveness and still live haram for the litness?
Should be reading Psalms or the scriptures
Got beef with some old friends, gotta crop half of my pictures
Had to let go of the past before I got a palm full of blisters

[Chorus]
Should I be repenting or on a revenge ting? (Should I? Should I?)
Is the love real or are they pretending? (Is it real? Is it real?)
I don't wanna be famous, why the fuck's my video trending? (Why? Why?)
Do I really love uptown or do I miss the ends ting?
All of these questions, I ain't got answers, so I'm just venting