Blessed With A Gift Ghetts

[Intro]
You know what?
Can't ever put price on talent
G-H
I've been blessed with a gift
I'm in a different league, like I should be next to Madrid
I does this man
Real talk

[Verse 1]
Success is a must
But how can I blow when I'm still screaming "Fuck feds, I'm a thug"
They look at me like I'm just a rough-neck in cuffs
My wrists hurts
But ain't shit worse than a strip search
I wish I weren't disturbed
I can't count how many times I've been arrested
And undressed for drug slots
Niggas wanna burn my young flesh with slugs
That's real talk but God showed me an escape route
I've been blessed with a gift like [?]
I know you're getting my drift
This is great proof, stay tuned
Visualise my pain like a face wound
The game's doomed when I breakthrough
Because I ain't groomed
What you see is what you get
Try and tame whom?
I'm a straight goon
Still, I'll be on base soon
Last I was seen was the feature on K's tune
I've mastered, it seems
Because I'm eager to make moves