[Verse] Pressin' issues, I got issues to press Half a brick in the press and I just tick him the rest And I still land a HP at your mrs' address Now I'm drippin' to death And we grown so I forgave him, but I didn't forget I remember jailhouse, it was sh*tty baguettes Now bare ice tryna hit me with some litty baguettes And the whole game tells me that I'm literally the best I guess we got different rulers out to measure success 'Cause I'm still thinkin' about Reecе, I'm havin' visions of death They wanna kill me for free, Gucci scarf whеn they pree Man I put Ps on my head They all say they fly straight, then they lean to the left I know killers, I know jackers, kidnappers, the rest They all call my mum Aunty, it's all love and respect All them three for twenty-five, they weren't comin' correct Now I want fifty for my verse, tell him come with my cheque