Intro

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 shitty 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