Uoy evol I, sdrow rehto ni

Uoy evol I, sdrow rehto ni

It′s hard to hate on the truth I'm livin′

Enough man hate with the lies instead

Countin' cash with the phone to my ear

I feel like Meek on the private jet

Life or death, five-five, eyes, thighs, potential wifey

Industry, respected highly, in the street, protected

I do know my man, but I don't trust him

Trust that, Ps in the trap disgustin′

Stick with the stick, PVA, PDA, kiss that in public

South London where I made my

South London′s where I made my first hundred

Elastic bands, plastic bags, two in the blue like cheese and onion

In Jamaica, quick vacation, travellin' my pastime

′Nough pollution in the ends

I flew back yard 'cah I wanna see starlight

Eritrean, skin tone cinnamon, I think I found my princess

My empress, still gonna impress

I know them man talk on the kid, but

It′s hard to hate on the truth I'm livin′

Enough man hate with the lies instead

Countin' cash with the phone to my ear

I feel like Meek on the private jet

Life or death, five-five, eyes, thighs, potential wifey

Industry, respected highly, in the street, protected

Any girl that I'm datin′ knows

Bags that I buy come filled with 50′s

She a ten out of ten on a bad day

Public affection, I tell her, "Come kiss me"

I like mine obsessed, clingy

If she don't miss me, miss me

If she don′t miss me, history

If she don't miss me, it′s a mystery

G17 in the party, tipsy

Don't drink, that′s risky

Focus, shells gonna land like Disney

I'll put him down under, Sydney

That's bae, I′ll donate both my kidneys

True love, what the kid needs

And a girl from the Westest Indies

I know them man talk on the kid but

It′s hard to hate on the truth I'm livin′

Enough man hate with the lies instead

Countin' cash with the phone to my ear

I feel like Meek on the private jet

Life or death, five-five, eyes, thighs, potential wifey

Industry, respected highly, in the street, protected

In this world that I′m in

How you wanna take pics with the belts and the ring?

But don't help in the gym, ′nough girls datin' their biggest haters

How her boyfriend don't want her to win? Like rah

And why my girlfriend never wanna see me

Have a good time out if she ain′t there?

Yeah, yeah

Fly me to the moon, let me get some space

Seein′ them stars on her private story

I dust that chick, she got no grace

See her ex men, she got no taste

Hip dip, she got no waist

Body snatched, servin' face (hold my hand)

Haha, hold my hand, personal trainer

Frequent flyer, bad, she tone and tan

Free my gang, 013′s and 020's (darlin′ miss me)

Oh, God, knows I miss my bros

I just got a call from jail on the phone and that might

Fill my heart with song

And let me sing forever more

You are all I long for

All I worship and adore

In other words, please be true

In other words, I love you

In other words, I love you