Fake Bitches

She wanna act all nice but in real life she a different bitch
Don't know how to play her cards, she just wanna act like this
She says what's hers is hers not mine cah apparently that's stealing
She may be a 10/10 but in my eyes she don't even look appealing

I ain't a baller but I'm a free agent
My schedules still tight, what's wrong is right and I ain't got time for these paigons
Still gotta cash out and pay them
Don't know where else i would be in this life if the rap ting was never my favourite
I'd be complaining, still tryna remember what my name is

But that still happens today
Gotta contemplate
Sat in the bando, no grub on my plate
I ain't feeling great
If I cry gotta do it at my own place
Like my gyallie imma jeet at my pace

For everybody fake is fortune
It ain't hard to come by
Like Cench real is rare
It ain't nothing like common
DBI cah when I walk all they do is stare
That's why I'm always sat in the bando
When it comes to social I don't care

I keep my distance from all these dickheads
I don't do parties or one-off clartings, for me that's different
I keep my gyallie, not let them go cah when I do that it's imminent
Bro told me he wants all the smoke, I told him it ain't good for the lungs
Bro-bro coulda been hospitalised if it weren't for the shit I done
Back in primary, he would of gone home and cried to his mum
Bro got coffined at the age of 12, that's bare young
That's when I clocked that trapping ting wasn't gonna get me far
Told myself "stick to the music and carry on writing these bars"
Rock up to the corner shop, they best be accepting my card
Still, I gotta make that p, help mumsy and pay for her yard
Look, ay