My n***a picture it, my whole wrist is lit Used to take them pissy lifts, was sleeping in my n***as crib Still putting packs up in the microwaves Customising diamond chains Man we was lost and had to find a way Smoking on gelato, these Louboutin's got the sparkle I started with a half O with the dreams to be a narco Still I can't wife a chick, married to my Lyca chip Sold a Z while writing this, my youngers shoot while cycling I'm stuck up in this city full of flashy lights, I keep it humble cos I never really had a life Now my shoes, top and jeans cost a pack of white Still I trap at night When will I be satisfied? Guess it's just a trappers life Cooking up them nina's, Z's get sacrificed And if my brother's patronised, somebody's getting Channel 5'd Look I've got two scales I'm balancing, two scales I'm patterning As for this rappin' ting it's sorta just happenin' Should I hit the booth or go and whip the twos? Got mad love for them little yutes that's hitting shoots, I did it too He's getting smoked if we're in the mood, little brother can't get to the hand ting told him bring the broom But I ain't rapping 'bout no dip dips and four doors just touched up on four raw and now I got four more Johnny's got six-o looking for four-scores, told him just link little bro by the fourth floor Man I just beat the case so can somebody tell Latesha-Grace that Fredo's tryna giver her D for days I'm smoking weed and eating steak, thinking that I need a break but I won't stop 'til all my G's are straight Sitting down with Dotz chatting to him in the cemetery Telling him that now I rap everyone remembers me Miss the days when it was 'bout the fun and it was never P's I know you're smiling down when I spend five bills on a Fendi tee But maybe heaven is the place that Fredo's meant to be cos down here on earth it ain't nuttin but fakes and jealousy Still I'm loyal to the rules that's something you will never be, you want the fame so much so it's something you will never see She's clubbing every week, that's suttin' I will never breed My own friends stole my gun that' something I will never leave Now he's round with pagans and that's f**ing with me mentally But I'm an Ace of Spades and them n***as come like Cherry B That p**y stabbed me in my back and it was very deep Then I got locked for a shooting, three stabbings and a hella tee But I'ma let it be cos if my lawyer hears this rap due to wanna lecture me 'bout why the feds are vexed with me Workers said Nick robbed him for some B, so I told him for a couple weeks you're shotting it for free Same time I had his big sister dropping to her knees, she bust it open quick cos I'm popping in the street