Food For Thought

Yo
C-l-a ain't really a fan of doing interviews
So his intro for his tapes
Is always somethin' you should listen to
Niggas always pick and choose depending on
Whether or not
They think you're willing to
Don't confuse my career
If it's like that then I'm spinning
No one tells me when to spin it
No one tells me when to test it
No one tells me when to ring it
No one told me on the roads
You'll lose people that you love
Or look at people funny that
Once upon a time you used to trust
I miss scraping up the dust
I got trust issues
Before all this fake love and fame
It was drug misuse
You might have to press nine
Three times if these slugs hit you
You might have to replace your Rolex
If my little thugs lick you
Still got love for Flacko even though
That relationship's at its rockiest
Mask up and let it ring
No caller ID, I'm anonymous
Niggas say I've changed
And I'm no longer the same
I'm on my block every day
So how the fuck could I be Hollywood?

I spend most of my days
Tryna figure out who loves me
For me or for the fame
It's been fucking with my brain
A therapist can't help me 'cause
I doubt that therapist knows how it feels
When you feel like everyone's tryna
Be with you for the gains

Yo, I hate being a star
Center of attention
Can't go nowhere without everyone
Knowing who you are
I ain't tryna seek advice
But since everyone knows everything
Where do you go when
You're famous and you want
Some peace of mind?

I still manuever with a knife
I'm known for concealing so
Stoppin' for police isn't wise
Doing people wrong that
Only done you right isn't nice

They say, "Two wrongs
Don't make a right"
Whoever came up with that saying
Gotta do some explaining
Got bored of spinning blocks
And spun yards like the bailiffs
The worst thing you could do
Is run back into the yard
'Cause now we know for sure
That's the yard that he stays in
Dimma's home in a sec
He's always in and out
Inside, always giving her
Majesty his time, of course
I wanna see him strive
But I know just what he's like
As soon as he's home
He's probably gonna ask me
For a dinger and a pipe
Or a bike and a spinner
A weapon and some transport
For my little nigga
Posted Destiny up on her b-day
And got blocked by bare silly hoes
But the jokes on all you silly hoes
'Cause that's like my little sister
This one girl, I used to consider
Her feelings all the time
Had a thing for me before
I had money in my life
Always thought of her
When I had thought about
What female I plan on making mine
She was entitled to my time
That I never had time to give
Not many prettier
I'm being biased, 'cah the
Colour green were her eyes
Everyone knows the line not to cross
I was slight hurt when
I found out she's a big hoe
And she fucked one of the guys
I don't see the point in getting
With the girl, that I like
I'm a rapper touring all the time
And I still ain't in my prime
But I would be a fool to let
This one slip out my life
That's another dilemma
Complicated life of mine

A lot of hoes, they been
Tryin' pull the wool over my eyes
But I already know how
Many rappers been inside
Is that the one you took to dinner?
You don't need to stress about
If I fucked her, yeah I did
But I ain't seen her since the villa
If she's fucked me and Kirky
That don't make her a hoe
But if she fucked anyone else
In my gang, then she's cold
See what I'm saying 'bout these hoes
T wants May to take her serious
But May already knows the
Whole gang been in her throat
I've done more than a lot
Still putting corn on the cob
He might catch corn in his top
Bro put corn in his box
Street shit can't be erased
Don't know when it's gonna stop
I shut down Wireless
Then went straight back to my block
Don't slip like Marcus whilst
You're hitting your morning shots
He was working then got shot
Now he's got the morning off
If I told you how much money
I spent on Louis Vuitton
This year alone
I guarantee your jaw will drop

I realised that
A lot of man are bitch made
G Wagon always tryna
Give me hugs around corners
But never when I switch lanes
Apologies to Fred, that's my guy
But I ain't slippin'
When I'm signing CDs
We brought guns inside Kick Game
I don't think you've ever
Brought guns in Harvey Nichols
Big drip when I open up my wardrobe
I don't drip little
Of course there's a strap
If I'm in my hood shooting visuals
I don't think my A&Rs ever
Seen a burner, still in his teens
Could probably buy two .9s
If I sold all my Amiri jeans
Could probably buy some autos
If I never spent on Celine
Could probably buy a Dweller
If I never gave the guys I love cheddar
When they finally get released from HMP
Won't consider me puttin'
My morals up for sale
Some of my trust issues come from
Fucking other people's girl
Why you cheating with a
Piece of shit like me
When you always post your boyfriend on
Baecations traveling the world?
I got a separate roster of candidates
All they want is bracelets
And dinners with the candles lit
It's not about the toy, it's how you hold it
How you angle it
Taught Teej how to load up his first
Gun and now he's got the hang of it
And it's true what they say when they say
"Money can't buy happiness"
Since bro died, I've had money but
I ain't been happy since
Since these big checks
Life's been more of a lesson
But in school they never told me
How to cope with depression
All I wanted was a zino of each
And a Smith & Wesson
And for someone to show me
How to whip rice, Declan
Little ones, they got ZKs
The same size of seven
For their b-day, I can buy some
Zombie killers for their present
Pricks always talking like they know about the shit that they're discussin'
I was happy when I came home, saw my nigga with a Presi'
I don't know how to convince him to do with it
I had nothing, but my friends are just sheisty and at the time, they wanted money
My other friend burnt my bridge, he thinks the guys in me are dodge
When honestly I'm not, and if I ever went low, no cap
He would be the last person I would rob
Like from young, we weren't tight
I was bottoms, you were tops
Me and Hoosh got the same in common
We both sold rocks
But mine came from a pot
The cocaine was soft, the cocaine was dirty
Put it in the 'Rex, gave it a wash
Feds done a sweep
Wanna see my whole block in the dock
Mummy knows I roll with mine
She ain't asking me why
'Cah she knows there's a war outside
You ain't mashing work or getting money
Tell me why you're outside
I don't lease smoke, I buy all my guns outright
I feel like it's about time
Pricks give me my flowers, anytime I get violated
Someone sees blood within the hours
Got my cutter in the showers
Couple times niggas ran off from me
Without any weapons
Safe to say that they were cowards
Come a long way from
My mummy's crib getting raids
Got my paigons all up in their feelings
'Cause I'm getting paid
Never been a fool, I bought multiple guns
Before I thought 'bout buying chains
I ain't talking bout a rack
My youngin's tryna get a K
Sometimes when I get lost in my thoughts
I feel like NB
Dropping out was partially my fault
Like if I took rap for real
That's what he was tryna push
We could have been on tour instead of him
Being at some shitty house party in the hood
Hurts my heart to check the books
I don't recognize my looks
May said I've got bipolar
But if I do, then that's good
'Cause if I stay in this mood all day
I reckon someone's getting (tsh), yo

Nana was like my mom
So when she died, that hit me hard
Always used to tell me
Watch my friends and stop selling hard
Said there's other ways to make Ps
Like buying, selling cars
I bought a Ford
Made a rack 10 times and sold it fast
If my music takes a trip
Phone Big K for some bricks
I can get that shit on tick
As long as I can make them dip
And my label's gonna hate this
But I don't care bout no bricks
I appreciate it more
The street niggas play my street shit in their whip
My Toronto ting said
She ain't clipped in 8 months, unless it's me
She don't care about no dick
She must think that I'm some prick
That sound just like a fib
Stop rapping bout your friends work
And tell us what you did
Family function back and forth
With my cousin 'bout some hammers
No matter how rich I get
I'll always have manners

For my aunties that gave me a home
When I was backwards
Only them and my mum
Can patronize me 'bout my talent
And how I take that shit for granted
First dotty that we had
Was like my fingertip to armpit
I still get them arms in
What's life like as an artist?
It's got pros, it's got cons
But being famous
Made me way more of a target
I got two top 10s, in my hood
I'm top two, not two
Topic of discussion's me, not you
My youngins wanna grip new
And I got them
Uptown I buy what I like
I see tags and I pop them
Whether females
Clothes or firearms
I got options
Six figure deals float my boat
Not often
I need more than a mill
For my album
And if Polydor beg to differ
Then I guess me and my label got a problem
After the Pakistan shoot
Young Adz dropped so much
Free game on me
I could sell game
And still have enough game when I'm 83
I'll listen 'cause he's done it
And he's been there
He asked me where I see myself in 5 years
I didn't wanna tell him that
I don't wanna rap in 3 years
Some of my niggas that I grew up with
Been on remand for like 3 years
And not for the papers
Ungrateful guys
Act like they forgot about the favors
Yo, I hate ungrateful guys

Funny thing about having money is, listen
Niggas ask to borrow
But then lending turns to giving
But I'm the bad guy
If in the first place I don't give it
Then they'll start spreading rumors
How I'm stingy and a dickhead
And I beg man don't question me
'Bout dumb shit like
"What happened up in Dublin?"
I had so many girls
Giving drops on them clowns
And it's funny 'cah
Not any of them girls
I was fucking, but
Niggas want clout and I get it, but
Just for the record, I ain't checking in with tramps
I'm not being funny
They should be checking in with man
I'm only in that city
Anyway, for a check
A couple months later
Had a show, 40 grand
Videos, 40 man, when we pull up
Where's the .40?
Heard there's boxes in that crib
The last thing we need is a door key
Good girl, but she naughty
Just a fling, not my shawty
I wonder how life would have been if
After that drill, the cameras caught me
Shoving shanks inside opps
That somehow reckon they can war me
I'll be real, no one taught me
Got caught slippin by the seaside
But my name ain't on your knife
I'll be real, no one bored me
Left his fit the same color
As the racing car Roary
Shots pissed, they can't call me hear my voice
I'm at this industry event
Slightly annoyed
'Cause I couldn't bring my toy inside
Why would I rate your thing when you're broke
And you never ride
And when it's time to step forward
All you do is step aside?
When I'm in the booth, I don't ever lie
For me and niggas to go have a fallout
Now they're saying that I cap in mine
I was serving in them traps
Putting work up in them flats
And when I took, niggas work
It was rough 'cause they never got it back
When I say if rap don't work
I know what I'm saying
You lot take it for a joke
And to me, I find it strange
It's all sunshine when you check my Spotify
And see my numbers are numbering
But them same numbers can one day turn lame
We all know rappers that used to get mills
That can't get a hundred K
My Rolex and Cartier
Totals to a hundred K
Put a 50 on my Cuban, that already
Cost a 50 and like my Skelly and my Annie
That's another hundred K
You can put me on your block list
All the girls in your group chat
Wanna chop this
And all now you might see me
In a hoopty with some chopsticks
Whoever said the fame's getting to
My head's smoking dogshit
Nowadays I touch airport
More than I touch the petrol station
Guys that used to little boy me
Hate the fact I'm elevating
Hate the fact that soon, when I take
Kalia and Carol to my crib for the weekend
They'll have some options
Like take the stairs or elevators
One time I saw my opp trip
On a Ella Mai ting
Have a guess who done that shaving?
Turn that paigon to a patient
I believe in being patient
Same time, hate waiting
Mum's proud of me
I put her through, hella stress daily
No cap, sometimes I wish I never blew
Like Navy
All you see is the good parts
But my BTS crazy
All I need in this fucked life is
My real ones and a lady
I'll leave the drillings and the
Murder shit to Snowball and Suedey