Caution

You waited for hand and some help
I played the hand I was dealt (facts)
You come from a family of wealth
I had to grab it myself (facts)
I earned all three of those trophies
On mum's front room cabinet shelf
In economy thinking about first class
'Cause I ain't your average male

Reppin' and your man did well
Rules have to bend if plan B failed
Them boy they say they want smoke
We puff, puff, give, and we hand them L's

All I'm saying, you'll hear "Caution" playing
When you the size of the corn I'm spraying
I tell man put that away
Like, "Brother, it's cool, I'm paying"
Killed off Kaleem last night and slept like a baby
Had an awesome lay-in
Normal day in the life of a skengman

If they mourn, it's an AM (My lord)
I bear God to be stable
'Til when I went force and praying, protected by angels
My aura's Super Saiyan, if I project my energy into a crowd
It will end in me causing mayhem
You go in but I go all the way in
There's no way back from here

Core fan base, we go back some years
Reload that one there
Core fan base, we go back some years
We know stats, we know platinum's rare
But if anyone deserves that, it must be the boy
That Deebo'd the atmosphere
Look how many tracks I've murdered
When it comes to the features, man are going on like
Kim Kardashian's plastic surgeon

This all happens when man spits verses
Since I been bad, man have been nervous
Running this tempo, calorie burning
My bars are like scriptures, Saturday service
My brothers and sisters, welcome to service
You ain't gotta be Muslims or Christians, to believe or worship

I gotta testify, I wish brothers more life
And the same on brothers who want to see an end of mine
I been praying every day, there's a big .45 on a friend of mine
I cannot control what other men decide
As long as they don't affect how I spend my time, then it's fine

Pay the bills, don't pay no mind
God is good, God is great (amen)
From the hood, from the States
Probably stood face to face
When I was on Pay As U Go, I gave my heart to the club
So man had to hail up major ace (amen)

Hey Ghetts, they gonna get me on my shit
How many warnings do we have to give the streets?
How many warnings do we have to give the streets?
Before they wake up and understand
This is different
This is separate
We ain't in the same category
I'm taking the ghetto gospel then
New testament



Credits
Writer(s): Jojo Jocelyn Mukeza, Daniel Buhlebuyeza Miles, Tony Amadi, Jaime Naldo Sa Menezes, Justin Clarke, Dean Robertson, Kenny Enahoro
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