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Uh. Uh. Yeah. Money my comfort food like a fat ting. They see me and say, "Ay, ay, captain." I'm too good at this rap ting. She said her favorite song was Packed In. Three years on, I said, "Look what's happening." Me, myself that I'm battling. Seen bad things that I've had dreams about. Mum said my mental needs cleaning out. No love in the yard, she don't wanna go Crib. She pop pills for the essence, no gigs. Hopped in the whip to connect with the dealer. It's an awkward interaction. She wants to billie, but he wants some action. She didn't even move, there was no reaction. He opened the door, said, "Get out the whip." Man even kept her grinder and chips. What a fucking prick. Real life ain't nice, It's gruesome. Got screws in my head, I might Lose 'em. No bonfire night, it was actual shootings. Not from London, I grew up in Luton. White men coming like Vladimir Putin. Had to cut out the ends, I started commuting. No, you can't whitewash a chick like me. Why? 'Cause I'm Black like Michael Blackson. Make your blush shine, hee-hee, Michael Jackson. Ready for the wars like an Anglo-Saxon. Got sixteens coming like crack for the naval. Tunes that'll ruck up your DJ's table. 'Bout to make more notes than notes made with Mabel. Been bad from the cot, no cradle. Smoked too much so my brain's unstable. Grandma died, so I got me an angel. Thank God, you get me. Man must act like man and respect me. Walk in the room, man know who I am. Try know you've never seen talent like this. Their lyrics and beats don't balance like this. Them man there don't have it like this. Man wanna keke and laugh like Filly. Them man there wanna over laugh. These times, they're stuck in an overdraft. So really, they're not supposed to laugh. I sit down and I clink my glass. A&R's wanna kiss my arse. The dough ain't right, I'ma give that a pass. Man think that I'm dumb, I was inside class. Head underwater like I was baptized. I tell man get their head out their backside. Think that they know me, they don't get their Facts right. Too much crime, every day another Black Dies. My tears don't dry like Amy. You think this music thing's gonna save me? The fat lady's still gonna sing like Angie Stone, D'Angelo's lady. Things ain't mental like Poland's Baby. 4th of May, integrity Jamie. Perfect. I still do this if you didn't pay me.