Day Dreaming lyrics

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Should be on the beach but instead I'm on the threes
My n*ggas in dispersal, they ain't thinking 'bout release
When I left him there to bleed, I weren't thinking 'bout police
I put the shotty down my leg and now I'm limping up the street
If I blow, this rap money's buying hammers for the war
Reach for my chain, blow your brains up the wall
Should be on a tour but instead I'm doing tours
Me, Tess and Po blowing smelly on the fours
Bro called and said he needs sweets for the fours
It's his favourite 'cause it doesn't leave casings on the floor
Your boy tried to run but didn't make it to thе door
He got hit up in his sh*t and he collapsed in front thе store
His mum gave me evil looks when I seen her in the courts
If looks could kill then, like her son, I'd be a corpse
I make packs backflip like Nani when he scores
I just wait for it to dry then I send it to the shores
To all my n*ggas that are fallen, what's mine is still yours
When I'm rolling up this opp pack, they know who that was for
Are these n*ggas really with me? To be honest, I ain't sure
I've been away for years, they say "It's nothing like before"
Should be doing views but instead I'm on the twos
Bro said "You're soon home", I know I ain't home soon
Had insufficient funds, couldn't even get a juice
Seen mum cry tears when my bail got refused
I ain't a gangster rapper, bro, you're getting me confused
I'm a gangster that raps, no cap, that's the truth
All these Instagram models wanna blow me like a fuse
But when I was cooking curries in the kettle, where were yous?
Told my mum that I was in detention after school
So I can stay and sell draws but if only she knew
My teacher used to tell me that I'm vulgar and rude
When he asked me why I'm late, I can't say I'm selling food
Should be having fun but instead I'm on the ones
Moving hella slow 'cause I got Cali in my lungs
And the jakes can only stop me if they're carrying a gun
'Cause I got markers on my name for doing mazzas up in Brum
I gave my worker two packs, told him "Shove it up your bum"
Loose lips sink ships, intelligence when I got spun
Ask my brother 'bout the thirty shot I brang back to my mum's
No attention to them clout chasers dissing me in songs