I was born one-three, one-ten, in a world of oppression to a nigga 26 years old Momma had to take me to the lectures 22 years young What a blessing Man, that woman, she was strong I wasn't raised by the stop sign, glock sign Shoot a nigga on sight Drive-by with the yungins swiping dinner past the foresight Pistol whip a father's daughter's brother for a false crime Booty calls and calling women bitches to enjoy time (Burn that) I'd rather break the law and do the long time Got the choirmaster doing 80 on the wrong line Praying fingers; got the bible ringer and the Lord's sign Trigger finger itching All of y'all gonna be delivered For the peons beyond eons, and the winners and the triggers Dedicated Elevated Motivated Never faded Never faded, never faded Never faded, overrated Am I born to be dangerous, or a real life saver? I don't know (How'd Kendrick say the thing?) Amazing, brother Pop off, only on occasions, brother Rich nigga, mama know I made it, brother Go figure, never caught cases, brother Face it, brother; gracious brother New flows comin', be patient, brother Do my dance and take y'all to class I can serve you this ball like Beckham, brother Boom! Slap! Who made y'all the prisoner? Psychedlic utterance, like your name was Felicia Only actions louder here are onomatopoeia Your words don't reveberate (Sudden inertia) Your mass association could rule a nation (for sure) But don't be thinking the numbers mean favour Cos numbers won't save ya Minions gonna slay ya Get on your knees, and seek your creator Yahweh Do it like uncle did Yh Do it like Rambo did Yh Moving like old school Cadillac, 20-inch rims on the Southside beach Yh Lil black girl with the dip Peng white thing in the clique Speaking that tongue like he's Kojo Dun talkin all that chatty shit Heard a loud bang from the door-door Fear in my heart, ran to check on mamzo Man from the feds, said he's looking for Clinton; Clinton; Lincoln; Lincoln; Django Word to the air, 'what you searching out me for'? Hit and run, boy That was you, no default Thought you could dash Hit em up, flash Now I'm on your ass all day with the speed force The devil is a lie Listen, man, I am not that guy Your accusations Lack of patience I see a damn bully, I'm like 'goodness gracious' The powers that be They vested the power, they placed it on thee But now all the power done gone to your mental You're high off the rental You're threatening me Me?! Jumpman Hit em up, hit em up, hit em Jumpman Watching it spray Look at him pray All of that - Jumpman Hit em up, hit em up, hit em Jumpman Yah (x3) Eh! Bada the, bada the boom I bada the boom I bada the bing I got a new girl, my old one was mean I had to let go, forgave all her sins I channeled the misery magnificently Medicinally Articulately But here comes the game The new one's the same Reliving the pain Historically I've done it again I did it again (×3) Been swervin' through rumors, avoiding the trends And duckin' the hoes, like Keemy and Ken Yet all of my pain My misery and sins I put on these tracks to measure some earns To fatten my wallet To butter that benz I murder your beat Get at it again Eh Doing what uncle did Yh Do it like Rambo did Yh Moving like old school Cadillac, 20-inch rims on the Southside beach Yah Lil black girl with the dip Peng white thing in the clique Speaking that tongue like he's Kojo Dun talkin all that chatty shit Jumpman Hit em up, hit em up, hit em Jumpman Letting it spray Look at him pray All of that - Jumpman Hit em up, hit em up, hit em Jumpman Yeah (x3) Eh!

Life in the endz could be hard, devasting for a young, black man Swayed by the streets, get raised by the streets Only thinks with his fist, no cease or desist Single mum, daddy's dead Didn't kiss the ground, just disappeared The coward fled Sacre bleu Two young boys in their mother's care B16 Yet again, it was B16 Three young lads just jumped out the 4×4 Bally and a knife at 17 Damn right This ain't blood or crip Gotta rep my endz, that's everything Gang over love, burn what you think A bullet for the ops and frenemies Big man Luey just jumped out the 4x4 Lord of the rings, run the biz like offshore He and the gang coming straight from Mordor Top boy ting but your man ain't Jamie Love for the endz, rep his hood like daily The wrist motion make a bowl of spaghetti The grave and the pen got his life on pending His mum named him Lewis on the night she delivered this child Light of the Lord, come rain on this child Joy of my world, that's my promising child Apple of my eye, quite the gleam on this child The tears from her eyes as she looked at this child Was joy, not the pain, when she pushed out this child Thank God I'm alive to have a look at this child Shank him, shank him Stab him, plank him Grab that 'chete and the bat Just dash him Dash him, jam him Red light, flash him Mash him, mash him Mash him, mash him Go on then, go on then, draw for the semi Bullets start dropping like a rain of confetti I'll make your belly look like a bowl of spaghetti Leave your lip burst and your forehead sweaty Your elbow dirty Your white Js murky Man, I'll make sure that your pain's unending Circumventing all your friendlies I'll make you wish you never drawed for the semi Stupid boy Pussy-o On my granny's life, you a fool. You know? You come to my endz, you gonna fear me, brada I swear to god, man, I'll take your life No bother His mum named him Lewis on the night she delivered this child The light of the Lord, come rain on this child Joy of my world, that's my promising child Apple of my eye, quite the gleam on this child The tears from her eyes as she looked at this child Was pain, not the joy, when she pushed out this child God, I'm alive, but look at this child

First of all Allow me award your eulogies You've been here from the gutter I'm the son of a dagger But you bore with my mazza Badder Ain't nobody got me flabber- But when I look into your eyes I go goo-goo-ga-ga Moral of the story You set my heart on fire You're the queen by my side Till these lungs retire You get me? I'm head over heels for you Baby, I'm telling the truth I'm taken from all of the coos Darling, I'm only for you The world could be gone in a poof I'd rather make heaven with you There just ain't no groove without you It's a chune when I'm bussin with you Ife mi  Momma's been asking when we're jumping the broom Your momma's been calling, she's asking for 2 or four Grandbabies A hullabaloo The thought of a family's a pleasant relief A wife, and a yard, with the fruit of our seeds Yet being a daddy scares me off my feet But burn it, I'll man up A win is a win Take you on a trip to London, Birmingham, Lagos The place where I'm from, I was raised up The trenches; the suburbs; the same spots Pounded yam cooking on that clay pot School bus pushing past the wave shock Big whip got the people round me going AWOL School bully test a nigga's mettle, nearly faced off Good boy; church shoes; praying hands Worship God, then phase off We'll go on a trip to Dubai I hear the Carribean is nice Get married, could live in the skies Some salsa to wiggle your thighs You've stood firm through fire and ice A treasure, you're one of a kind Bare girls wanna fall up in line Mi nuh care, it's just you till I die Ife mi Yh Niggas be trippin for real And females wylin, they swear that you lying, but none of them keeping it real Keeping it real Look at me still Falling in love, how does it feel? Like I'm on pills; fire and chills Love how it feels, digging the thrills Yh! Ife mi Make it rain Cook the plate She got taste Blessed with cake No mistake Jesus bae Filled with grace Anime She the way Faithful? Yh Classy? Yh Her generosity's not mundane Straight from the bottom to the top And the left to the right Baby, you know just how the thing work I've made some mistakes in my life Almost took me by surprise But with you, I've had the real one So what do you say? Are you in this with me? Until forever. Girl, that's how it be So, I'm bowing the knee

Tell me what you see when you really see me Is it sentimental influence that gives you meaning Is the love for real, or fantasy, like tunnel vision? Am I only useful when I'm relevant to your decisions? Do you want me for me, or just what I'm bringing? This whole illusion of happiness is quite deceiving My palms are sweaty; head weak; heart is heavy But this ain't no episode of the boy with mom's spaghetti This longing for meaning defo has me jaded So much energy and effort used, just dissipated Couple thousands for the come up, ain't no ROI But my mates taking trips to Paris, London, and Dubai Momma told me do your best, and do it positively The stars are aligned for you, baby boy, you just gotta get it Seasons change, and seasons go, from day to day People go, and people you trust will all start to fade away But will money take the pain? Fill this void in my soul? I don't know Get a wife and some kids, that's the sure way to live Right, or no? You can't tell me save my soul 'Cos the Lord Jesus got it in control Yet, why do I feel so empty? Come catch me Yh You've got a big issue You made me feel like a comedy It's so pitiful Questioning your christian dichotomy You ain't living proof When I saw you, I took you as mature, not a cradle boo Your mother's an amazing crew The sweetest soul Reminded me of one of my mothers The apple's not the tree, but treat others with good manners Practice what you preach, man I'll make you identify your name Like, 'Eh, one day?' Maybe, 'Yh, one day' (I'm naive) Being gracious, and turning cheeks, done made me victim My generosity's a gift and a curse Could harbour Judas I'll gladly show you love when you need it But from this day on, ain't no you and I, nor you in I I'm so tired of fake people, clay people Fake smiles, opportunists Devils packed on both sides Grave time The table's full of great lies I'm tired, man; I ain't fine.

Let me tell you a story It's a story bout a youth named Johnny King of the ends, with his goons and his coons Top boy flow, but your man ain't Sully (Can't be vexed; can't be moved; boy, don't touch me) Now, listen to me well, let me tell you bout Johnny Back in the ends, by the end of the road It was B16, never swerve, never fold Good boy youth with a bad man pose It is what it is, can't be scared or cold Along came Becky from SE6 Fine brown ting with the nubian kiss Big batty B, and the front's on lock Man like Johnny got mesmerised quick Fine girl, Becky. Calm down, girl, you're not confetti Punch those digits on my iPhone techie It's another bird won, that's a fuckboy's medley 1 year down. What's the motive with you? I've fallen in love, man; I've eaten the fruit Becky's the one. No more playing the fool I asked her the question, and she said, "I do" We're settling down, getting mortgages set Jumping the broom, then we're moving in, too Expecting a baby in a full moon, or two Big man like Johnny turn big papa, too Yh Well, you know what love can do First, it's all sweet and cool The 1st year or 2, it's all rosy and smooth She's making him happy, she's making him nice His African jollof, his Carribean spice Becky's his diamond, the love of his life The butterflies keeping his belly alive He says "sure", but Johnny's been battling opps Not in the endz he once had war with man But there in his yardie where wifey resides The blows, and the kicks, and the screams, and the taunts Johnny's ashamed to even speak up at all For fear of being ridiculed, sullied, and more It's evident men can't be victims at all Out the yard-a, on the couch-a, bruise ya collar, Don't be daft-a Call the feds on me, they won't do nada I call the feds on you, they'll jail you, brada You try to get sense, I'll divorce you faster Take all of your bread, and your child, and your Honda The child support for that KANCHU, Prada The alimony for that trip to Barca What's a man to do when there's nothing to gain, but all things to lose, in this world of cruise Slide his neck through that well-rounded noose Slit left wrist, or let trigger loose Achoo, achoo Sign from the Lord saying you'll get through Saw his yungen by the corridor The tears came running, the altar called

Nearly had entanglement inside with this fine little problem Running for shoe and jumper Thought I'd stop by, say 'hi', no bother Shawty had orange checkers Bum short steppers Flip flop trekkers Then she came through, and slide Hand on my chest That's suicide She said Baby, just compromise Lincoln, just compromise Come have a taste of this sugar and wine Show me some love, some sexercise This is that tidal wave Pure valley, cinnamon hake Come handle a piece of this cake Baby, just compromise Lincoln, just compromise Come have a taste of this sugar and wine Show me some love, some sexercise You know you want some extra slice I see it in your eyes Do away with your spiritual tie Yo! Riddle me (x5) Riddle me this How's this poor youth that's handed the fruits on a platter for taste not likely to chew? Fuck it I'll play the Joseph move Man'll run around, duck around, then vroom Next thing you know, she asked for the tip I told her it's 'no' She's throwing a fit Lincoln, you must be moving mad I knew you were a gay ass nigga from the start What'd you mean by telling me 'no'? Do you know who I am? You must think I'm a joke Me know now say you a pussy, brada Wasteman; rassclat; ya na gat no bladder Becky and Trisha been dey warn me proper Me nah hear word cos me think say you badder (I'm sorry) Baby, just compromise Lincoln, just compromise Come have a taste of this sugar and wine Show me some love, some sexercise You know you want it I see it in your eye Come on, darling Cut away all your biblical ties