[Verse 1 - Marc Jones]
Can't forget where I come from CR0 yeah I call that home
Used to hit Tennison park with the old school ballers Emerson Thome
Come a long a way from freestyles on the playground with a teardrop phone
Now I'm out here doing high tea, Yo please waiter can I get that scone
Young boy from the south side, Mum always told me the expectation
That's why I've been growing year on year like there was inflation
I never built this ting tryna get no love or validation
Too many man get pressed when they play this game, come like frustration
The life that I live is calm, more time it ain't that eventful
You might see me in Tesco, tryna get a juice and a little green lentils
Don't mean I ain't got the credentials
I thank God that he gives me a little more strength when things get mental
I get anxious when things get pencilled
So I'm clearing the diary, was stressed now everyting Irie
Ain't standard, no I'm a shiny, know my worth, please do not try me
Never make up tings no Kylie, bought a new home and London's pricey
Time that I built this library
Old school vibes yeah it come like Highbury

[Chorus]
Replies might come late
Got things everyday I'm juggling
Still thank God for the food on our plate
And strength on the days were struggling
Put a lot in to keep this pace
Every fibre so there's no buffering
Still thank God for the food on our plate
And strength on the days were struggling
Replies might come late
Got things everyday I'm juggling
Still thank God for the food on our plate
And strength on the days were struggling
Put a lot in to keep this pace
Every fibre so there's no buffering
Still thank God for the food on our plate
And strength on the days were struggling
[Verse 2 - Guvna B]
I thank God for the food on the plate
Ain’t always done great
Month to month it got tekky I still remember those days
Dad didn’t pack his bag but got stressy all he did see pain
Mum used to put her thumb in my mouth cos she couldn’t buy SMA
But ain’t got God great, came through the fire and dungeons
My son’s got milk in abundance, full circle, post-production
There ain’t no need for assumptions
This is legacy, learned behaviour, destiny
The grace of saviour, I just wish that my dad coulda seen the fruits of his labour
Yeah, I still deal with the PTSD
I’m a workaholic, I’m in an ergonomic, tryna merk the profit
It’s getting worse I know it, I’m gonna burn out
Got bars and flows that I churn out
Been an early bird getting the worm out
Can’t see how it’s gonna work out, but I’m taking it slow get the word out
Yeah, seems counterproductive
Tryna be a good husband though
2-2 Netflix, 2-2 chillings, 2-2s swear down I love being home
Seems counterproductive, tryna be a good dad
2-2 legos, 2-2 Fredos, swear down it ain’t 10p no more

[Chorus]
Replies might come late
Got things everyday I'm juggling
Still thank God for the food on our plate
And strength on the days were struggling
Put a lot in to keep this pace
Every fibre so there's no buffering
Still thank God for the food on our plate
And strength on the days were struggling
Replies might come late
Got things everyday I'm juggling
Still thank God for the food on our plate
And strength on the days were struggling
Put a lot in to keep this pace
Every fibre so there's no buffering
Still thank God for the food on our plate
And strength on the days were struggling