I don′t wanna seem ungrateful, God

But I don't wanna be here

I got some things to get off my chestBut maybe it′s best I keep it a secret

31st December, the 1st of Jan'

Same shit, I don't care ′bout the new year

New house somewhere that ain′t poverty-driven

It's mad in the place that I grew in

Yo, served a pregnant lady, it fucked in my head

Couple things I regret tryna earn a wage

48 Laws, one book that I read

So if I repent, can I turn the page?

Gotta get rid of bad vibes, anti-clockwise, gotta burn the sage, uh

I′ll say with it chest, but I know some things locked in, I prefer not to say

I fucked up, I'm admittin′ it

I got no ego, I got no shame

I swallow my pride and say that I'm missin′ it

Cree-cree-creep in the changing room at school

And thief from the kids that are privileged, uh

Stolen clothes with a rip in it

Also a stolen phone, no sim in it

Now I got P's, I give a lot back

No charity work tryna write off tax

Feds got me on a driving ban

In the passenger seat 'til my license back, uh

Ghost and fly off the map, uh

Try get my mind off rap

I get some sort of survivors guilt

When I see YM′s still supplying crack

This life don′t come with retiring plans

It'll come to an end in unfortunate ways

No such thing as positive thinkin′

When you're locked in, it feel like a maze

Often lose faith and forget to pray

You don′t wanna land on the wing with the guys

Why? 'Cause they might melt your face

Cuz got hit with a eight, why?

Why would he care ′bout some extra days?

I don't wanna seem ungrateful, God

But I don't wanna be here

I got some things to get off my chest

But maybe it′s best I keep it a secret

31st December, the 1st of Jan′

Same shit, I don't care ′bout the new year

New house somewhere that ain't poverty driven

It′s mad in the place that I grew in

Uh, I ain't been home in some weeks

I seek when a man′s in need

I got a family tree to feed

I see dead people in my sleep

I see broke people on the feed

Talk is cheap, freedom of speech, I guess

But they ain't even got no P's

Got free Wi-Fi, they ain′t got 4G

Uh, I wouldn′t be able to do what I do

If it weren't for the man before me

I show respect where it′s due

Where would I be if I never met YBeeez?

Giggs, Ghetts, Chip, Skep, Konan, Krept

Kane or Dev, Stormz, Hus, Dave

A couple of names, even DBE

Uh, my mum lost faith in her son when I left school with no GCSE's

Told shawty, "Just ′cause I grew up with nothin' don′t mean I'm easy to please"

When you need a handout, you don't get help

Why do you all wanna help? I ain′t even in need

Had one score for an hour of studio time, I couldn′t even lease the beat

Do not disturb me when I'm recordin′

My voice sounds clearer than ever, uh

Remember they might distortin', I grew in a different era

More action, less talkin′, he said I'm a dead man walkin′

One in your head, there ain't no respawnin', alright

I don′t wanna seem ungrateful, God

But I don′t wanna be here

I got some things to get off my chest

But maybe it's best I keep it a secret

31st December, the 1st of Jan′

Same shit, I don't care bout the new year

New house somewhere that ain′t poverty-driven

It's mad in the place that I grew in