Fresh out the barber like
I could be the marmite type
Specially with the bars I write
Ghetto this
What I went jail for
Say nah but i know they're probably right
This ain't adelle holyoaks or corry or
God's got me despite what it sounds like
God's got me despit the situation
Can't keep a good man down
Mans they're mans they're
Fresh out the shower
Ready for an encounter
Never been a weed head
Im a dad now
But i fear for his future
Still haven't had a daughter
And a man right now
Been latoya before porsha
Shits revolting
Bellies still turning
Heart went cold
Mans in need of a sedative
07 dad lost dad
Mums lost weight and its mad
17
Thought the gal would come clean
2 and a half spent
Been a gyallis
Still a gyallis
Many endorsed it
Switch those thoughts if they thought that I forced it