[Hook: Anne-Marie]
No matter what I tell them
Seems I always end up misunderstood
No matter my intention
All they gotta say is I'm up to no good
I ain't even mad
Why would I be mad?
It's all alright
It's all alright with me

[Verse 1: Wretch 32]
The kids don't wanna turn down
They with a bad chick hoping she ain't fertile
I got two kids, maybe I'm the third child
I just put the work in, hoping that it works out
See, I got two bitches at the same time, I know
She just drop it down till she can't go low
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired, I'll throw up
When I drop Growing Over Life, I'll grow up
Say they got ice but it must be Carte D'Or
When you're living sky high, you design your own floors
Running by my ride, holding on the car door
Slip it into gear five, why I got the Porsche for
Rappers sold less, claiming that they know more
Did their core fanbase even want an encore?
I had a Cuban link, had to take my chain off
She be looking at me funny every time I take off, ayy
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