Confessions (Slow & Reverb)

Lets start with this
Age 13 I had cuffs on wrists
Age 14 they showed me a blick
Age 15 when i let that hit
Age 16 I was swiping card then spoke to the Lord to forgive my sins
I don't want to die in the streets before i can live out in peace

Rest in peace to bro when you left the pain done turned me cold
I don't know why my baby still love me
I'm bad 'cause the Good in me saw something ugly
Still my baby won't dump me
Pray that I don't make her feel like a dummy
Oluwa knows I try
So many guys don't wanna see AK survive
Ejor Mommy don't cry
Though the devil still wants me to die
Dreaming Dior makes me look to the sky
I promise I'll take us all outta the section
Failure isn't an option or question
D.B.E money is Destined
B.I.G my faith stay even, even though her name is Evens

High school I came out with sevens
If i could turn the clock back I would go back to eleven
So when broski started moving mad I'd set his gaze to heaven
Now he's sitting up in heaven
The pain I felt that day made me leave my house with weapons
I was ready to show a nigga bout a Smith & Wesson
But I clocked onto the lesson
I put my pain in words and let my syllables show you my digression
Now you're listening to my open confession
Money and samurai swords entices me
But I wasn't deep in the ting
In and out
Half and half
Call me hybrid
But I still know musics my path
Hinder my ting and you're gon see my wrath
Wicked Wretch
Played my heart and now you wanna ask for sex
Babes you best get left your head ain't working right
Goodnight

Anyway Omo, we need to talk
If you cant handle me talk a walk
Know I'm your rock but are you my rocket
Know I can plug you
Are you my socket
Are you for me
Or are you for Pocket
Are you my wife
Or are you my puppet
If you had the jam would I be the crumpet
Trumpets sounding in my head
Laying lonely in bed
If an opp came to my house
Would my bros hide in the shed
Or would they have at him til the medics say the bastards dead
Where I'm from they sip the wine then break the bread
Backward thinking
Swiping cards and pyrex whipping
Women dressed in linen make you think you're winning
'Cause you're dripping as you're sinning
When there's a drought you're livid 'cause the physical can't help your broken spirit
Spin the wheels of faith
To me its life
To you its no more than a Ferris
Born as a King
Grew up in a terrace
In the hood
Where you can't pass
Til you're distinctly given a merit
Step to me
Your life you don't cherish
YRK with the white
Don't care if you done did dirt
Can't leave blemish
Shout out Migz
I'm Supreme
He's the Savage
You don't wan step to the double S madness
Bros got 'matics
So its tragic
If you're seen out in that traffic
Been 'round flamethrowers
So Don't talk about heat if you're holding a matchstick
Ting gets sprayed like dettol
If it does then bro that's 99 gone
Bro was 14 going up counch
Gyal was 16 giving up bum
See that's choices that they made but you do what you can for the pay

'Cause the hood make a man turn selfish
'Cause the money means more than friendship
And the money means more than loyalty
To him it means more than you
More than me
Brace up bro your friend is your enemy
I got far too much ahead of me
Future is heavenly
But my past and my present is deadly
So ready the ting
Keep one in the heady
If its a must puncture his belly puncture his belly