Heaven Knows

Yeah
Oh lord
It's all in my head

Look
So this tennis chain is what fly means
I make the diamonds dance
How the fuck I do a million streams
And the most of them was in China, France?
How the fuck I do chelsea harbour
And the fucking place will give me special treatment?
5 figures on a mixtape for a hood yute that's a record season
Best believe it

I took a sec had to think about what a million means
At no point should a tapped kid
That's a fucking teen do a million streams
Bowl glasses in the limousine
Asian girls are tryna feel a peen
I know you girl you might hate me now
But that don't change the fact you let me in between
And don't forget it

Look
Peng girls used to love me lots
I used to touch the girl inside her mothers block
I take her out to like a hundred shops
She suck her teeth and then my lollipop
Landed down I'm in Turks and cakes
With the fuckree shit man was on last year
I'm a lucky boy cah' I deserved a case
The fuck? I don't owe no roads not a single thing
That's a dirty place
Straight outside for like 30 days
A few nobody's done doubted man
Had to grit my teeth and then earn my place

Had to suck that up and then fight the war
It's cold outside but I don't like the warm
I been on the streets it ain't right or cool, nah

It's like
They say there's pain in poetry
Well i put pain in words
Like when you realise that you paid for her loyalty
Face full of tears and an arm full of corn
That's aimed at the head of a rap game veteran
No regrets for the fallen soldier
Long story short i'm a young black boy with a heart
And a smokers' lung and i don't even (cough cough)
Tired of the rap game
Bare of these yutes talk wass 'bout their crack game
Esco Lone write crack spit cocaine
Class A shit bruddas fiend for my crack game
Esco kill two birds with a bone, both curvy and toned
I'm bad to the bone, man's bad for the bone like salt
Mans in the cut glad to be home
Said he's on that but the heart don't match with his blood type

The way i been there and done that
It's like I'm always past tense and third person
Unless i'm first place tryna make it burst from an iron
Like im pressin white shirts fold him 6 ways to the pits of hell
Cah' these yutes ain't angels
And still fly birds on the other side of gates
Yutesdem trippin over crumbs tryna cake
(Coughs)
Why you trippin over crumbs tryna cake?

It's like
Scare him with some near misses, near his misses
Brudda I don't fear witness
Unless it's God tryna bear witness
Face covered tryna hide mine
Mummy's in the yard cooking jerk chicken
Two worlds in the same one
Ripple tides when I steer with the flow
Man you could've gotten sea sickness
I dont ride birds, birds ride me
She ride up on the pole till i buss free
5 foot 8 with some size 10 feet
(Boy, know what I'm sayin')
Bronze bomber, the rich pauper
Four door slaughter, and that weren't me
They're sons of poor daughters
Eyes red tryna see the lime light and l got lemons
But in hindsight could've done with more pain
You'll never know what I gained from it
Method to my madness crazy
You can't hack the equation