Let me tell you a tale
You thought you'd seen sick motherf**ers
This one's off the rail
No jail
But my mind locked up
GCSE, man I co*ked up
More tests resulted in more stress
Weed smoke I now coughed up
Make money f** b**hes here I am
Dressed blocked up
But I got rhymes ahead of the times
No posse's, I ride solo
Like the Derulo you know up in Rulo
Late for a funeral
Adjacent
Numerical figures I'm chasing
Facing no competition for my vision
Dare say I end up in Prison
Guilty for what your honor, making people listen?