[Intro]
(Ayy, Tweeko mixed this, you know, it sounds cold)
Huh

[Verse]
Conversations 'bout my nieces and kids with my brother-in-law
What you think a n***a hustlin' for? And I'm still duckin' the law
They thinkin' that I got my foot in the door
But I'm a stepper, got my feet in the streets, I let it beat on repeat
They keep tellin' me I'm mean on a beat
I let it beat out a Jeep, I know they ain't been in the streets
I got the [?] in my feet, it's in a rucksack
Who's that? What's that? Shoot when you clock that
Two hands on a .9, just a quarter to bun that
What a life, you don't want that, it's long, akh, my brother got life for the wrong pack
And I apologize for the times they hit mum's gaff lookin' for me
I call Lisa beforehand, I'm bookin' the T
Put smack down on with a raw, I just cook up a three
I heard they lookin' for me likе who's RICO?
I stick to the G code, interviеw room, I don't speak
All the shit that I do, I think I'm just lookin' for me
I heard they lookin' for me, well, I'm just lookin' for peace
I'm just dyin' to live at least before I end up deceased but I'm by the edge of the sea
Look, or in the passy on the edge of my seat, it's like the edge of a cliff
I burn the end of my spliff, huh, reminiscin' how they end up like this
I remember [?], I'm gettin' chicken and chips
Maroon blazer before I saw a taser and jakes point it at my chest
Pain rippin' out my chest, HSQ written on my chest
I don't get bail when I request, I just hit induction and I G check, I been that
Cradle to the grave, yeah, I mean that
Jail cat, I mean, A, B and C cat
I had man smokin' Bariss with a tea bag, huh
Clean heart, I praise Allah on my kneecaps
Audhubillah minashaitan nirajeem
Back to the regime, sometimes I daydream about freedom
Sometimes I daydream about exes and next shit
Why the Feds tryna link me to texts?
Got me on the yard blowin' weed where the fence is
I just get remand 'cause the previous offences
I wanna be a star 'cah I been in the trenches
I wanna make it far, Allah, give me direction
I been tryna reflect, starin' at my reflection, thinkin' 'bout my redemption, thoughts are my demise
I got a million questions, like what's it like when you die?
Is it the end of my sentence or the end of the line?
Yeah