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Yeah They ain't never took so much drugs as me As who? (Hello, Sevaqk) Young nigga, I was broke, had to rely on the school for lunch Fast forward five years, sendin' youngins to cunch The jakes told me that it was one of you out of the bunch And I eat that pussy, she just serve filet mignon Love triangle, I call that a pyramid, boy Shotgun shots to the head just like I'm a Ritalin, boy, yeah And she told me that I'm pretty, so I feel like Floyd She ain't never took a pill on first flight, get you void Yeah, I told bae to give me time, yeah Ten stacks on therapy because I'm traumatised I told bae that I need time, yeah Ten stacks on therapy because I'm traumatised I'm close to the edge, so please don't push me, please don't give me a reason Where I'm from, you catch a body, that's an achievement Told my young G, "You can't be broke another season" Gotta wrap them things, burn the cling, you have to seal 'em 'Cause if they burst in your belly We gonna have to carry you in a hearse to get buried Born into the greaze, man, it's a curse, boy, it's tekky Letras de cancionesKeep my eye on the P's, nah, we ain't flirting with no jezzys Free my niggas in the cells, Moss Side to Lozells This guy's like Pimpernel, crack in their fingernails They put the food in the street, we just tryna hit the sales Fuck the jakes, stay on my wave, man, I'm feeling like Bigavell Yeah, I told bae to give me time, yeah Ten stacks on therapy because I'm traumatised I told bae that I need time, yeah Ten stacks on therapy because I'm traumatised Primary school days, we would play stuck in the mud And now my friends are trapping, just tryna get out of the mud Starter pack, food in the Persil bag, scales, and some gloves I wasn't funded by no label, I was funded with drugs I know the struggle I know the dogs who really bark, I know the muzzles Can't let your environment trap your mind, gotta clock the puzzle I know niggas who are down but up, I know niggas who are up but down Getting money don't end these struggles Things on the brain, but I don't complain More time, just hibernate and smoke weed Gyally wanna blow me off, I blow trees Tell 'em fall back, I'm working on me Late nights when I think 'bout shit that I've been through and the things that I've seen Chattin' to A about PTSD long before you heard the CD Yeah, I told bae to give me time, yeah Ten stacks on therapy because I'm traumatised I told bae that I need time, yeah Ten stacks on therapy because I'm traumatised I pray at night like, "Heavenly Father, can you help me?" All this weed and all this liquor so unhealthy Ain't feeling myself, but fans still want a selfie They can't read me like a book and they can't shelve me From Letras Mania