Writing these verses, God he cursed us, cursed turned to a gift, dudes talk shit but when
We come back they close the curtains, scared of me, they know I'm a burden, black boots
In the fresh light, jeans slowly get tight, flying round the beat, we won't leave without
A fight, in the O2 we make it hard to breathe, and you can't leave, riding crazy, even studies
Don't believe me, any SON IC ain't no hedgehog, finna be famous they gon' make a blog