Antwi

[Verse: Wretch 32]

I'm going through a break-up again

I see a dozen women and I break up with ten

I put 'em back together then I break 'em again

That's a match made in heaven or the thin line between

Love and hate that we cross 'till it makes us repent

I'm tryna let you know that this plays on my head

So you don't have to wait till I'm dead

'Cause patience ain't one of your strengths

I waited a lifetime just to end up in the limelight

I write rhymes so they won't consider me an Einstein

While they was nominated for a Grammy for the ninth time

I was shedding tears with my family in the nite nite

Night time's over, I see man acting like Scarface

But they won't survive like Sosa

The night I woke up was when that black car rolled up

I was like nine years old, blud

Shopping for my mother, went to buy a tin of corned beef

Car lights flashing, is this when me and the Lord meet?

Tints rolled down, he shook his head when he saw me

I guess it wasn't for me

I've skipped death more than you've skipped breath

In your gym sesh, cardio won't make the kid wretch

I've seen the prince cry when the king left

Is the Queen gonna check mates or keep him in check?

Now I've seen a gunner ball rolling like him with Cech

Screaming "suck your mudda", incest

It makes you wonder where the kid went

When gunshot lick all our in friend

But fear won't allow you to be yourself

I'm Cool J in a Kangol, yeah, I did it well

Don't wanna see us bond, guess they'd rather I Stringer Bell

So that's why I punch above my weight till I beat Adele

I am Shakespeare with great hair

I'll probably be the next Wayne Hector in eight years

Tinchy had to break a few records to break here

Drake really had to take the pressure to Take Care

Take care of you, take care of me, take care of us

Take care of Mum, take care of everyone (take care of everyone)

You see how fast the hate turns to love

When everybody has to rate what you've done

Man will throw shade on the slums

But I rate what it made me become

See, I could have been wasted and dumped

Stuck with about an eighth in my lungs

Yeah, I pray the fuckboys keep their distance

I'm listening to Beres, putting up a resistance

You can keep your merits, man, I come for distinctions

I'm from the type of home where my brother's my sister

But that don't make a difference cuh I love her to bits and

We're just some have-nots tryna master the system

I had a Mega Drive when I was running the infants

Young Fire, Old Flame, you'll get bun in the distance

Wait for me

Mummy, won't you pray for me?

Heavy like I'm carrying a slave on me

But I'm just carrying the game on me

It's just a game

They say it's just a game, they say it's just a game

Well, if this is just a game

Why we dying just to play?

It's just a game

They said it's just a game, they say it's just a game

Well, if this is just a game

Why we dying just to play?

And for you, this might be another eight

But for me, this is just another day

Just another race, in a race with the racists

Tryna make it off the slave ship

Can I get a break? 'Cause I don't want another chase

'Cause I'm tired and there's no one to relate

Nor can nobody relate

My grandmother was a great

I had to put her in a grave, now my shoulder still aches

I had to carry her away

I'm still carrying the pain

Fuck marrying the fame

This is for my family to gain

And the young me's carrying my name

[Outro: Bobii Lewis]

Pray for me, yeah

Pray for me, yeah

Pray for me, yeah