South of the water, where the yutes are far from chatty
Trying not to be charged like a battery, from the backseat make it beat like Shakti
Likkle mans got dreams but did mazeen his mentality's too angry
Another young black boy from the hood tryna rap when covered in beef like a patty
Another young black boy from the hood that's out here risking it all for the paper
Gordon Ramsey might chef up a hater
Him too fass like Shelly-Ann Fraiser
On campaigns for the white like Reagan
Had no clue his boy was a paigon
Now he's giving out information
Singing like Beyoncé at the station
I guess it is what it is
Do it all for the bros like Warner
Everybody wanna talk about drip
I'm just tryna keep my head above water
I'm out of patience and I'm pissed
Like boss man messed up my order
Cos' I've been through the storm and it's torture
Getting knocked down gotta stand up taller
Black and brave, cold like Jermaine I'm changing my ways
Anger, pain, up late night having fights with my brain
Sometimes I feel like a doctor, tryna use my pain to get paid
Cassius Clay, tryna be great at the end of the day
