Esther

Listen, I'm sick of these people say vibe with me, they lie to me, would die for me

The weed ain't really what heightens me, don't do it cause mama enlightened me

Trust issues biting me, some tendencies go cry and weep

Loving the space provided that I get some headphones and write to beats

These lil rappers are talking beef, my beef last night was way too cooked

Lads, you know you're half way crooks, I'm half way through Murakami books

Talk bout spinnin the block on opps, I hit up the opshops, go with my pops

And still when shit kicks off, these so called gangsters flop and end up opped

Lips kissing the ground, go for a moe, wake up in the ICU

I ain't know nothing about that, but if you chat just wait until I see you