Glass half empty

Waking from dreams, chasing my fears

I ain′t never cried so much tears in all these yearsSuccess brings more stress, my vision's clear

But from when I was 2020 my mother weren′t in arrears

Big S class, leather chairs, I'm in the rear

Driver don't stop at all, but Buju blares

Makin′ dough but my bro′s having a mare

But as soon as bread bakes, it breaks my brothers, bless

I would keep him in my prayers but I don't pray

I put my hands together but it′s more like Birdman these days

I ain't ever wayne′d a brudda, that's a major uh-uh

I ain′t ever take another from a native brother

I swear had a conversation with Claire, the realest, yeah

It's funny how you don't know they′re there until they′re there

Hope that touring ain't takin′ too much toll on the kids

But your fella, that's a real good fella, I need him there

Tryna take the clique legit and not to make West End clubs

′Cause playing roulette with the roads

The odds are stacked against us

Anyway, tempt fate not by who says luck will share

Can't keep leaving the yard breaking a leg

Koj and Pops ciroc on the block with Jus D

Kai got youts on lock will set speed

Love, that′s a dangerous thing

You pinch me? Hymn sheet

And a cheap black suit for them chiefs

You gotta know the levels

You gotta know the kettles

You gotta know the factory settings from the frozen bezels

Yeah, I know the curry goat just like I know some rendels

But you gotta know the roasted cot set on a bit of lentils, huh

Long nights, cold white wine, that's sincere

Eye contact with the cheers, that's young stare

Rare rapper, no compare with no breh

No pen, no comment with no fed

Dreamt of Monte Carlo, blow a little hard though

I just blew your little Prada′s on some fifth to na notes

I ain′t never been a problem, I been working hard bro

We need to stop the ting tong card to ease in mummy's yard dog

I know road man, used to diss a man for leasing cars, no

If it don′t appreciate a value let me nah, uh

Used to be a Barksdale man, but now I fuck with Marlo

You can't fuck in my throne, you lick a fucking arsehole

′Cause I'm royal

And I be getting so much money on the road

Rich, think I need a pay cut

′Cause some Babylon boy wan' cuff me in the streets

And lock me in a station

I heard that it cost to be the boss

Guess I'm lucky that I′m bludclart James′d up

Patterned that from day dot

Middle finger raised up, fuck you little haters, yeah

Babylon boy, look how they raided Stormzy

This is crystal, not a case of 40's

The don′t wanna see us off estates with all these

Young, rich Morley's, still eatin′ Morley's

They want more camels and less gordies

I′m just turned down a hundred G, bossy

Whip too raunchy, too much saucy

Vroom, vroom, vrooming up the A40

Pussy telling porkies, tried to assault me

Musta been a big plot to extort me

Now the prosecution wanna crown court me

Might have to sit down but I'ma stand tall G

I create history, they try to diss Storvy

Grade for the credit but they six foot me

Rather that than graves for the chains and some shit jewellery

Only my guys and flies on the wall

Can tell the kid's story this properly

Last track he got the Richard Mille

Now, thingy just got guilty for the thingy

Heart fucking bleeds for the kiddy

Anything he needs, it′s no biggie

Mandem know I do it for the city, that′s a understatement

Paying me the utmost respect, that's still an underpayment

Whisper all my props in my ear, it′s never public ain't it

Fuck your greatest, how many times must I hush the haters?

Tell us something ′bout our music now, oh, you so proud

Lethal laughing to the crews account, now you approve it pal

Never had a silver spoon in mouth, now mummy's super proud

Couple new trophies for the house that I could do without

Fuck a nomination, I just go for the suit

Handful of friends, that′s why I go for the coupe

Manoeuvre through the game 'cause I grew from the roots

What D Double did for me, I just do for the youts