Maybe I'm cynical, maybe you feel it, oh, too Love is conditional, love could go missing 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 on 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, nice avocado I'm in Cape Town, roof town, playin' I'm a piano They've got nine in the Sprinter, I'm tryna pack the Viano I park wherever I want, that fuck a ticket inspector I'm your typical rapper, fuckin' bitch is my pleasure Money hoes in the clothes, I got plenty kicks in my dresser My act still in the trap on the 25th of December That girl is a hoe, but I won't judge, cause I'm a slug as well Spend a couple bills on apple spritz, up in Bagatelle Put food on a scale and hit the strip, if the rappin' fells I was O.D., I was bashin' on my brazzers Think I'm Gucci, I ain't pressin' girls in Fashion Nova dresses Arguin' with my ex, goin' back and forth over Texas Baby, I won't lie, if you're mine, I'm over-possessive Broke, smokin' until the roach, I was stressin' Collect my tears, you could fill a pool and breaststroke in 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, it's makin' my neck swell a bit My youngin' got caught with a crack, he's tapped cause he swallowed it Keep the shoes intact, had to give them back cause I borrowed them Made it out the hood, I might go and roll to a college And get a uni degree just to show my mum that I'm sorry For all the times she was settin' and rules I never obeyed New crib, come with a chef in the mid 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, oh, too Love is conditional, love could go missing on you Maybe I'm cynical, maybe you feel it, oh, too Love is conditional, love could go missing on you Yeah, elevation, forever patient I've been on my Seven Nation Army ting Ferrari with the white stripes No lullabies and in my life, this turbulence rock a nigga to sleep And 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 woman 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 could feel that Mummy had to squeeze into the flats like she was borrowin' some shoes And the hills snapped, I gotta put dollars on pages No religion in the trap, it's creed-free, feel like I'm Jonathan Majors For I got it on stages, I got it in stages I'm Ivan Tony, the way they watch my wages You fat fucker, made 5K, it's just me and my black cutter These chains two kilos, should be workin' with black butter Festivals, I'm makin' five mil in a bad summer My summers are good, nevermind Women doin' CRB checks on the 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 I bred different, don't lie on my name My tax 787 like I'm flyin' A nigga don't even worry, I done dropped tears Took a loss and had to drop tears Made it all back and hit the top tier for eight years Good morning Britain, I had to change peers Rocky Balboa, different fights in the same stairs Cars like drinks, don't leave them unattended at Mayfair For times I couldn't cover the train fare It's oysters, the oyster perpetual The women incredible, the work seminal Had to change my number on her, look I'm too accessible 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, so then 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 cooler, robbed niggas and ended up in hot water Bought you tape where you couldn't 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?