First time I'm in business class, mimosas on arrival, champagne on take-off
Me and my mumzy', first time in Atlanta, we done dinner with Takeoff
Don't make the mistake of
Missing a moment, I took that day for granted
Far from where I'm headed to, but, I'm further from where we started
I see a caucasian man, I should've said 'Cor', blimey', turned round and said 'rahtid'
Dearly departed
Don't compare to none of them cowards there, bro, I'm one and a half-hearted
I'm back in Atlanta
Just had lunch in a strip club, I don't understand it
But, fuck it, I don't really need to
More time, I got no-onе to speak to
I'm coming from London, my ankle's broken
I got sixty milligrams of codеine they prescribed me, 'cause my pockets are swollen
I guess I'll have to make do, then, I'm gone by a light year
I feel like MLK, but my speech starts like, 'I had a nightmare'
My brothers are criminals, me I'm a criminal, my mum was a cleaner, and a genius
Mhm, put a gun in a good woman's home, have sisters in court, like Serena and Venus
I had a shank, same length as my flaccid penis
Not to be graphic
But, let me get graphic
I cannot respect traffic
In this big boy truck, I'm, I'm, I'm feeling like I was the chosen one
Feel like I'm the only one
Who's putting the work in, who's putting their time in
Who's putting their dime in
Who's doing the numbers? Who's doing the tweeting? Who's doing the talking?
You couldn't afford to speak in the mic' I record in
Back to the motion
My ex broke up with a killer whale and then told me there's plenty of fish in the ocean, and that's why I love that girl
I ain't prepared to do what these niggas are gonna do to make a hoe cum, and that's why she's in a group chat saying I "don't fuck that well"
But, anyways, fuck that girl
I'm back in Atlanta
It's soul food, not Sushi Samba
It's Santan, not secret santa
(?), I'm giving them flavour, I'm giving them Lambor'
(?)
I know where you live
And you probably know where I live
Ca' we both fuck with a girl that's mixed
See the difference is
You're at home all day, that's risky
Why give me a freedom pass when I'm sixty?
Why not when I'm twenty?
What's the purpose of life? More time, I just wanna ask God why he sent me
My eyes are vacant, my spirit is jaded, hollow and empty
Airport toilets, see a man crying
You walked past and minded your business, no-one asked how he's feeling, until you realised that that man was your pilot
All of a sudden his mental matters
More time, I'm in mental matters
I had a car with red leather seats, that couldn't be stained by blood that splatters
I can't rub no clit', 'cause my fingers' callous
Ask (?)
I'm drunk, and I struggle to stand, it's cool, ca' I know that my bank got balance
I know that my gang got-
Measure a man on what he desires, furthermore, fuck that, I can't measure a man, that's a why
Said I ain't 'top two', that's a lie
More time, it's a 'hi' and a 'bye'
I see 'nough man living a lie
I don't care if you tax me 100%, I could never live in Dubai
He don't know how to spend his money, he don't know how to spend his time
You ain't got no taste, that's fine
I book a one-way flight to Jamaica, come back with a wife and dreads
We used to ride round on 'peds
That's q's and halves and z's
And twos and fours
And nines and more
You studied the art of war
And failed the exam, that's awks'
That's how you turn into a corpse
I ain't in my final form
I went school and my trainers' tight, and my trousers' worn
Blazer's torn
I got too much money rebore hand tings' and shaven corn
That's silly
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