Maybe I′m cynical

Maybe you feel it all too

Love is conditionalLove could go missin' on you

Maybe I′m cynical

Maybe you feel it all too

Love is conditional

Love could go missin' on you

Look

We elevated, we don't have to trap harder

Now my back garden same size as Battersea Park

I ain′t puttin′ no suit and tie on, I turned down the Met Gala

Mum kicked me out, to be fair, I was beefin' my stepfather

I put her on first class, would′ve thought I was Jack Harlow

Look, I was eatin' beans out the tin, now it′s avocados

I'm in Cape Town, roof down, playin′ Amapiano

Dave got nine in the Sprinter, I'm tryna pack the Viano

I park wherever I want, like fuck a ticket inspector

I'm your typical rapper, fuckin′ bitches, my pleasure

Money, hoes and the clothes, I got plenty kicks in my dresser

My akhs still in the trap on the 25th of December

That girl is a hoe, but I won′t judge, 'cause I′m a slag as well

Spend a couple bills on Aperol Spritz up in Bagatelle

Put food on the scale and hit the strip if the rappin' fails

I was OT, I was bashin′ over brazzers

Think I'm bougie, I ain′t pressin' girls in Fashion Nova dresses

Arguin' my ex, goin′ back and forth over texts

Baby, I won′t lie, if you're mine, I′m over-possesive

Bro, smokin' until the roach, I was stressin′

Collect my tears, you can fill a pool, I'm breaststrokin′ it

I started gettin' used to the mice, I just stepped over them

At the BFA, I knew they'd hate the dress code I′m in

Two kilogram chain and it′s makin' my neck swole a bit

My youngin got caught with the crack, he′s tapped 'cause he swallowed it

Keep the shoes intact, had to give ′em back 'cause I borrowed them

Made it out the hood, I might go enroll to a college

And get a uni degree, just to show my mum that I′m sorry

For all the times she was settin' them rules I never obeyed

New crib come with a chef and a maid

Get hit at a close range, that's if you′re over the gate

Retire now, be rich the rest of my days

Maybe I′m cynical

Maybe you feel it all too

Love is conditional

Love could go missin' on you

Maybe I′m cynical

Maybe you feel it all too

Love is conditional

Love could go missin' on you

Yeah

Elevation, forever patient

I′ve been on my Seven Nation Army ting, Ferrari with the white stripes

No lullabies inna my life

This turbulence rock a nigga to sleep in my night flights

My life's like I′m doin' the most

But I still feel like I ain't doin′ enough, I don′t know who I can trust

If I'm buyin′ Chanel bags for these women that I don't like

Then just imagine what I′m doin' for the women I love

Red Cheeks whenever I′m with strippers, that shit just look like a clown face

I tell a nigga cut to the clout chase

Bein' broke, I can feel that, mummy had to squeeze into the flats

Like she was borrowin' some shoes and her heels snapped

I gotta put dollars on pages, no religion in the trap

It′s Creed III, feel like I′m Jonathan Majors

Before I got it on stages, I got it in stages

I'm Ivan Toney the way they watchin′ my wages

You fat fucker, made five K, it's just me and my black cutter

These chains two kilos, should be workin′ with black butter

Festivals, I'm makin′ five mill' on a bad summer

My summer's are good, never mind

Women doin′ CRB checks on a search engine, I can′t catch no breaks

So many ways to die, you think we're goin′ off old age?

I ain't goin′ off a women addiction

I got body dysmorphia, a figure addiction, uh

Our bread different, don't lie on my name

My tax seven-eight-seven like I′m flyin' a nigga

Don't even worry, I done dropped tears

Took a loss, had to drop tiers

Made it all back and hit the top tier

For eight years, Good Mornin′ Britain, I had to change peers

Rocky Balboa, different fights and the same stares

Cars like drinks, don′t leave them unattended in Mayfair

For times I couldn't cover the train fare

It′s Oysters, the Oyster Perpetual, the women incredible

The work's seminal, had to change my number on a low, I′m too accessible

Hah, I could've fucked a flight attendant, but she just too professional

Are you a virgin, or you work for them?

A lot of niggas chase clout, but I guess it′s what works for them

We're 25, livin' like this was our second life

I see the pressure rise

Everybody lookin′ to us when it′s time to get it right

And we can't even get to write

It′s time I get a life

It's time I get a wife

Shot caller, robbed niggas and ended up in hot water

But you take what you can get when it was cold showers

No powers, had to give myself my own flowers

Sittin′ at the top and niggas so sour

You know?

Yeah

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