Like, alright, first things first, I've been putting in the work

I'm a rebel with a cause

Had problems with the fam

I had problems with the gang

But I put that shit on pause

I've been gone for a while but I saw you niggas smile

When I cancelled all my tours

Someone tell 'em that I'm back

I don't never ever slack, grab my gun and go to war

I got brothers up in jail, going mad up in their cells

When you hear me, bang your doors

Niggas moving chatty, someone tell them that I'm scatty

Bro, I'll pull up uninsured like

Running through my strip, rappers jumping on my dick

Just to build up a rapport

I can tell them man are bitter

But they're begging it on Twitter, man, I swear I'm so appalled

Before he takes a shot, I'll shoot him first

And poor mum, we was going through her purse

We were doing road and doing church

Looked the devil in his face like motherfucker, do your worst

Still here tryna' find another blessing

I'm over-loyal man I'll ride for what I'm repping

Dark times niggas dying in recession

You was fighting with your girl when I was fighting my depression, wait

Okay

Alright, first things first, coulda put you in a hearse

Man, I gave you boys a lifeline

I was scrolling through my tweets, had Adele up on repeat

And saw a madness on my timeline

LBC's tryna' black ball me

And tryna' blame your boy for knife crime

I don't use a shank, I got money in the bank

Man, I'd rather do a drive by

Mad, mad demons in my thoughts

Young Stormz wasn't ready for the limelight

Took a little break from the game, started praying

Man, I had to get my mind right

All black clothes till I shine bright

Full beams fucking up my eyesight

They hate me on the sly

But I bet you if I died, you would see em at my night night

They asking if I'm real, I'm real enough

Still got a couple killers in the cut

If he's coming nice

I big him up, drugs kill

But my niggas make a killing off a drug

Rapping like I'm jigga but I'm puff

Westend wanna show a nigga love

But if it weren't me you would never let my niggas in the club

Fuck DSTRKT and fuck all these nightclubs

And fuck giving money to people that don't like us

There's riots in the city just tell me where I sign up

The rave goes silly every time I pick the mic up

I got smoke, you can hold a bit

A coloured brother with a bone to pick

But I still get to gunning, don't be running when I bang mine

Before we said our prayers, there was gang signs