23 Fiac

[Verse]
Twenty-three and livin' free
I'm still thankful to the lord that I live and breathe
Happy I ain't lost my life to the little beef
Ask Malcolm, he was there when I had little p's
When man had to chip in just to make piece
But now we all peaced up and we wanna chip
Cau' we grew in a place we don't wanna live
Stoke's sick, but the man here toxic
If I'm honest, it's a place I don't want my kids

I remember when a friend tried to call for help
He told me he tried to end the war in himself
I can't lie fam, I still pray for him
I bet he didn't know that I relate to him
At the same time, my patience was paper thin
I still spent all my time out aiding him
I thank god I didn't break on him
And we don't speak anymore, which is mad
And it shows how time's always changing things
All the ones that came and went just made me think

At twenty-two I had a failed marriage
Ever since your heart is broken it'll stay damaged
I had to learn, had to keep myself to myself
To watch out for my health like a straight jacket
Uh, I got some bait habits
I need a therapist
I need a range rover
I need a AP iced like a beverage
I need some friends who don't play and will never switch
On God fam, I'll never snitch
Never talk on my darkest moments
Chat shit, get caught by my dogs in motion
Splash you like the ocean
Picking at your corpse like vultures