Knucks - 21 Candles lyrics

[Verse 1] I've been wavy from a baby you can ask my pop He said welcome to the world I said "my darg what up" I wore my pampers below my waist And I think the nurses still know my face cos I asked them to hold a taste I been a thug, sipping Lipton from a sippy cup Even in the sandbox you n***as still couldn't sit with us Young menace I was everyone's handful And now I'm here staring at 21 candles Its funny how sh** turn out, friendships and relationships ain't work out Set a bridge on fire till it burns out Had some problems I was trying to work out While you was probably tweeting at your bird's house Burning herbs up in the work house Chatting to Estelle she trying to get me round at her house to herb out Then there was Agatha, told her hold her shakara Fam this hmm hmm girl will get the pampana What you bluffing, thought that I was cuffing Girl you should apply some Robb, Vicks or Robitussin k**ing man, I'm ruthless when I rhyme inna di function Chewing on a toothpick while I'm lining up they coffins Fake MC's my g I see them in abundance Its like the worth of words is getting cheaper by the dozen Or was there even realness in the first place Aye yo spark another one man its my birthday sh** [Hook] All the realists make a toast, middle fingers to the most x4 [Verse 2] Still running through the six like drake tho And the snakes still slithering like draco She weren't trying to spend the night because she say I'm young I'm like ok you 25 but now I'm 21 You stupid, past affiliations with a Judas I can tell she lying like she Lucious But its like people love to stab me in my back So many times I walk around with daggers in my back But yo I'm glad I had my back, Its best you have your own yo Madness in the postcode has shown a n***a the roads cold My flows colder than stone cold out with no coat And makes you feel the wave like you left the coast in an old boat Get me tho, you wouldn't find me vybzing with just any hoe She said she'll never let me go Remember never having crap I was hella broke Now my crep game fat like its Terio And they'll all k** 'em You can try them but can't walk in them Chilling with four women in pure linen With dior trimming, my thoughts are all written Realest, you can't chat to my lyrics like they got autism Man they couldn't test me on my worst day Haters will be haters till they turn grey Aye N pour me up something man its my birthday [Hook] All the realists make a toast, middle fingers to the most x4