[Verse: 32] I'm going through a break-up I see a dozen and I break up with ten I put 'em back together and I break 'em That's a match made in heaven or the thin between Love and hate that we 'till it makes us repent I'm tryna let you know that plays on my head So you have to wait till I'm dead Cause patience ain't one of strengths I waited a lifetime just to end up in the I rhymes so they won't consider me an Einstein they was nominated for a Grammy for the ninth time I was shedding tears with my family in the nite Night time's over, I see man like Scarface But they survive like Sosa The night I up was when that black car rolled up I was nine years old, blud Shopping for my mother, to buy a tin of corned beef Car lights flashing, is this when me and the Lord Tints rolled down, he shook his when he saw me I guess it for me I've skipped more than you've skipped breath In your gym sesh, cardio won't make the kid seen the prince cry when the king left Is the gonna check mates or keep him in check? Now I've a gunner ball rolling like him with check Screaming "suck mudda", incest It you wonder where the kid went gunshot lick all our in friend But fear allow you to be yourself I'm Cool J in a Kangol, yeah, I did it Don't wanna see us bond, guess rather I string a bell So that's why I punch above my weight till I beat I am with great hair I'll probably be the Wayne Hector in eight years Tinchy had to break a few records to here really had to take the pressure to Take Care Take of you, take care of me, take care of us Take care of Mum, take care of You see how fast the hate turns to When has to rate what you've done Man throw shade on the slums But I rate what it me become See, I could have been and dumped Stuck with an eighth in my lungs Yeah, I the fuckboys keep their distance I'm to Berys, putting up a resistance You can your merits, man, I come for distinctions I'm from the type of home where my brother's my But that don't a difference cuh I love her to bits and just some have-nots tryna master the system I had a drive when I was running the infants Young Fire, Old Flame, you'll get bun in the for me Mummy, won't you for me? like I'm carrying a slave on me But I'm carrying the game on me It's a game They say just a game, they say it's just a game Well, if this is a game Why we dying to play? just a game They said just a game, they say it's just a game Well, if this is a game Why we dying to play? And for you, this might be eight But for me, is just another day Just race, in a race with the racists Tryna make it off the ship Can I get a break? Cause I don't want another I'm tired and there's no one to relate Nor can nobody My was a great I had to put her in a grave, now my still aches I had to carry her I'm still the pain Fuck the fame is for my family to gain And the young niece carrying my
[Outro: Lewis] Pray for me, for me, yeah Pray for me,