Ace

Every day I overthink
Stressing all the times I've bee broke with no food in the fridge
Broke and skinny like a twig you can't fix
With a real gap tooth, picky hair looking shit
From the East London bits
I'm not presidential I'm from the fucking slums
Where the niggas don't love you
Your girl fuck your paigions
That run up on you
Shoot and gun you and dump you
As you just fumble
Newham ain't a joketing
Niggas catch you slipping
You wouldn't even run dude
Get preyed like cats
Catch you in the back roads
Where niggas get violent
Get stabbed for your nice clothes
Niggas on some grease shit
Causе they need to get some pees quick
So deprived in the hood
Their ain't no jobs or no believing
Niggas be feeling like weaklings
If they hit the belly, that means everybody's eating
So bring your guns out cause this trigger I'll be squeezing

It could be three man we will chop him up in pieces
Take his drugs and his money and that ain't no secret
And if he chat shit 'WE WILL CHOP HIM UP IN PIECES'
And all his bedrins will be saying 'Rest in peace's'
Yes I'm a badman
There's no one that could have man
This is my mentality, believe I will attack grans
Mandem, low-key I wanna rob the police
Do a mad drive-by tryna tape a whole scene! [Woo]
This is the head space of a Newham boy living
Most of them are so tapped, completely finished
The hunger makes us suffer, they really wanna stab guys
Real guys don't recognize
We jack man and we jeopardize
All his family and his mobbing' ties
Reaching for your gun like your gonna strike
We don't fight we bringing guns to this fight
Make you leave tonight
But I couldn't do that shit
I had to grind so hard to move out ends real quick
On some red pill shit that why I stay on the mental
You wouldn't even know because I'm stressful
I'm mean, I'm stressed more time I ain't thinking about sex
Transitioned as a man to make my business boom lit
I trademarked Worthysound, Worthy Clothing
Even my stage name it's on paper
Plus it's showing
Every time I pray to God I just know that I'm chosen
Smooth Figure, J'See in my mind I know I'm blowing
I know the money will be showing
Like the water I'm still rowing
Gently down the stream man I will still be going
On my own cause no one ain't got me and that's a fact
And I ain't got niggas that say 'I got you man'
Gotta boss up make moves
Becoming a top man
Showing yourself that you can do it without man

I can never be a jank
Never be a wot-less tramp
Never be a fuck-boy and
Never be a bummy yout scam
Never be a fucking wasteman
From the East London
Never be a bredding yout skank
Never kneel down to any man
Plus my own fucking Dad
I always stand tall thank man
God cause he's the only one
That only loves man

Yeah
Worthysound
Yeah
I call this Ace
Rest In Peace to my nigga Ailton
Dunkno'