[Verse 1]
Different lifestyle
Crazy feeling
3 months ago I was in a cell freezing
3 years 8 months I’ve just been in
Out now, loving life it’s like I’m dreaming
AP with my bird, big bed I sleep in
Looking at her making dinner never thought I’d see this
She waited all the way she’s the realist
To get that respect a lot of shit she had to deal with
Hundreds of miles, so I could get weed in
Big matics’ in the car, real shit
Hide around the corner why I bill kids
Remy said your hard but bro start vibsin’
Told him I can’t rap about nice shit
Every time I’m writing it’s violent, flashbacks to firing
Slap grass, got bagged in a cell, silent
Screws running in for my phone and I’m fighting
Coming out of jail doing shootings unlicensed
Robbed half my town cah’ I get consignment
I ain’t gotta rap about riding’
The whole city knows the missions that I did
I done drill before drills I ain’t lying
I got busy in the bando then I went hail got busy on a Zanco
Turned two quiz to a sixty bag stack bro
Stick to my nine he tried pudding me for that coke
So I sent him round there banging it in his mam’s home
Street life, jail life, bro you know how that goes
Done 4 years and I still had my graft phone
So I could look after my bird and give my mum dough
Ten jails deep on a mission like Rambo
Always had it nice anywhere that I land though
Every visit that I had, a grab bad and grab phone
Different lifestyle
Crazy feeling
3 months ago I was in a cell freezing
3 years 8 months I’ve just been in
Out now, loving life it’s like I’m dreaming
AP with my bird, big bed I sleep in
Looking at her making dinner never thought I’d see this
She waited all the way she’s the realist
To get that respect a lot of shit she had to deal with
Hundreds of miles, so I could get weed in
Big matics’ in the car, real shit
Hide around the corner why I bill kids
Remy said your hard but bro start vibsin’
Told him I can’t rap about nice shit
Every time I’m writing it’s violent, flashbacks to firing
Slap grass, got bagged in a cell, silent
Screws running in for my phone and I’m fighting
Coming out of jail doing shootings unlicensed
Robbed half my town cah’ I get consignment
I ain’t gotta rap about riding’
The whole city knows the missions that I did
I done drill before drills I ain’t lying
I got busy in the bando then I went hail got busy on a Zanco
Turned two quiz to a sixty bag stack bro
Stick to my nine he tried pudding me for that coke
So I sent him round there banging it in his mam’s home
Street life, jail life, bro you know how that goes
Done 4 years and I still had my graft phone
So I could look after my bird and give my mum dough
Ten jails deep on a mission like Rambo
Always had it nice anywhere that I land though
Every visit that I had, a grab bad and grab phone
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