No Hook
Heaven must be real
'Cause I've been through hell
From the cards I was dealt
Got unexplainable wealth
Can't trust your word, so I listen to myself
Nas talk that tough talk; trust g, I ain't impressed
Every success that I got, yeah, I worked hard for
Ain't no handouts; na work harder
No consistency, they're just complainers
It was brick by brick 'til I got a ladder
In God I trust, deleting all my sins
Found me a bag and some off-white things
Like I'm off-licensed
Bar for bar, I put blood and sweat in this
We can't get along; too many differences
Took it personal when I lost all my st
Now I don't got to do much; that's what a level up is
Jeez
Uhh
Huh
Yeah, Yeah
Just leave it running, leave it running
Yeah, yeah
Fire for enemies, Lord protect me from friends
At the start they act real, in the end it's all pretence
I lost Ma couldn't even grieve her death
'Cause this insecure girl, moving dumb, worried 'bout my ex
Life real funny, yeah, I know, I know
Tables turn, dawg, yeah, for sure, for sure
Taken back a bit by the life changes
On the rockiest path is where I had to grow
Press the gas pedal; been had my lifestyle up
Can't tone it down again for an ungrateful c*nt
Anywhere I go, I keep a rolled-up joint
On a real dawg, what's your fascination?
Do the same to them; now they say I'm hatin'
A lot of pies ain't real, but this ain't Lurpak
Turn this sh*t to Baghdad
Honourable farewells, ain't no going out sad
Yeah
Yeah
Tsk
Just so, if you know, then you know
We lit and live
Outside
3, 5
Yeah
'Cause I've been through hell
From the cards I was dealt
Got unexplainable wealth
Can't trust your word, so I listen to myself
Nas talk that tough talk; trust g, I ain't impressed
Every success that I got, yeah, I worked hard for
Ain't no handouts; na work harder
No consistency, they're just complainers
It was brick by brick 'til I got a ladder
In God I trust, deleting all my sins
Found me a bag and some off-white things
Like I'm off-licensed
Bar for bar, I put blood and sweat in this
We can't get along; too many differences
Took it personal when I lost all my st
Now I don't got to do much; that's what a level up is
Jeez
Uhh
Huh
Yeah, Yeah
Just leave it running, leave it running
Yeah, yeah
Fire for enemies, Lord protect me from friends
At the start they act real, in the end it's all pretence
I lost Ma couldn't even grieve her death
'Cause this insecure girl, moving dumb, worried 'bout my ex
Life real funny, yeah, I know, I know
Tables turn, dawg, yeah, for sure, for sure
Taken back a bit by the life changes
On the rockiest path is where I had to grow
Press the gas pedal; been had my lifestyle up
Can't tone it down again for an ungrateful c*nt
Anywhere I go, I keep a rolled-up joint
On a real dawg, what's your fascination?
Do the same to them; now they say I'm hatin'
A lot of pies ain't real, but this ain't Lurpak
Turn this sh*t to Baghdad
Honourable farewells, ain't no going out sad
Yeah
Yeah
Tsk
Just so, if you know, then you know
We lit and live
Outside
3, 5
Yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Cristian Cristea, Patrick Jno Baptiste
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