Fresh out the barber like
I could be the marmite type
Specially with the bars I write
Ghetto this
What I went jail for
Say nah but I know they're probably right
This ain't adelle holyoaks or corry or

God's got me despite what it sounds like
God's got me despit the situation

Can't keep a good man down
Mans they're mans they're

Fresh out the shower

Ready for an encounter
Never been a weed head

I'm a dad now
But I fear for his future
Still haven't had a daughter

And a man right now
Been latoya before porsha

Shits revolting
Bellies still turning

Heart went cold
Mans in need of a sedative

07 dad lost dad
Mums lost weight and its mad

17
Thought the gal would come clean

2 and a half spent
Been a gyallis
Still a gyallis
Many endorsed it
Switch those thoughts if they thought that I forced it