First of the Second

Yeah, Yungs
Forever
Uh
They call me a sideman then I sold more, next time don’t be so sure
They can’t get my name out their mouth now like a cold sore
Mad, the price went up on the coleslaw
Went and Fendi and bought the whole store
I used to show love but no more
Twice in one year I done my own tour
In my ends they know what I’m known for
Tryna stay straight, my heart’s so pure
I was only twelve, I lost my V in like '04
That means I’ve been fucking shit for a while now
Put mum through shit, I just wanna see her smile now
Living my dream, I don’t even shut my eyes now
Me and my brother both on tour but his tour ends in highdown
I’m really from the ends, they tried to question me
Only a couple man that really check for me
This year I’ve looked at friends and seen enemies
I only fuck with man with clean energy
I didn’t make it at, I still played at Wembley
Feeling like Raheem, I’ve been the guy since my teens
I was serving fiends and then investing in machines
I grew up around three sisters, they ain’t my siblings, they’re my queens
Even though I’m little bro, I’m big bro, I put on by any means
I guess I’m growing up, I think it’s time to settle down
I keep telling the bros 'Watch who you let around'
You know all these hoes they get around
They say that they haven’t but they’ve all slept around
They say that they’re discreet and then they tell the town
Same pattern, in my fucking hood I’m the main dragon
ain’t the only nigga I know that aims canons
I can do that gyal shit, I can do the pain rapping
Make more money from the trap than you trappers and I ain’t trapping
Free loot, oh you got some dead friends? Well me too
Most of these guys are see-through
They can’t imagine what I’ve been through
I find it hard to find somebody real that I can speak to
Most man want a favour, I end up regretting that I agreed to
Been patterning since
Now it’s a Burberry pattern and the McQueens new
Heartbroken girls got stories, I sip tea too
It could’ve went the other way if I took the street route
But I kept my mind right, the success will defeat you
Eight flights in seven days
It’s like going on holidays and getting paid
Bring my friends with me and show them better days
We ain’t looking back, my brother Kay
He went jail for jooging crack
It took us years behind the door to realise the hood’s a trap
I used to love the scene but I’ve been torn
Too many dickriders, if you didn’t know then you’ve been warned
Only a couple of clean ones like brother Wretch and brother Stormz
And I ain’t really with the politics, I came in this ting knowing what I want
from it
I don’t know at what point you make it
But I’ve got a song with Craig David
A house on the river, underground parking and a spaceship
Had some ups and downs but I don’t think I’ll ever change it
Got me sitting on the playlist, I told mummy quit her dayshift
Working with my idols
Pressure on my shoulders like Mo Salah in the final
Failure is my only rival
And this ain’t even my album
They wanna know when it’s coming
Well check the title
That’s the day I start the cycle
Yeah