VERSE 1

So I still work with intent
Fail and attempt
Miss me with with BS
See me, I’m exempt
I’m like 100 songs if u need the evidence
I woulda changed time ago just to seek the relevance
So I kill em with success
I ain’t seeking revenge
It’s like everythings common these days except sense
Man are talking online and when we link it’s all tense
These man rap about the block and I was really in the ends
Chilling in the trap but I was cheesing with my friends
I wasn’t on what they were on I never needed to pretend
I’m just from where I from and I don’t say to defend
You won’t get it till u get it
Just know pressure makes gems
I’m tryna flip and make ms
Book a trip and Date Tems
You don’t really want the smoke
Must be high off Vape pens
In an industry where being integral aint a trend
Rap money, art money
See who’s laughing in the end

CHORUS
I don’t ever make a wish, shit
Tell me what’s on the agenda
Raised in the East but I’m still front n centre
Sunday to Sunday that’s Jan til December
I don’t ever make a wish, shit
Tell me what’s on the agenda
Man, if you were sleeping on me
Hope that you remember
This route ain’t straight forward
But I’m down for the adventure

VERSE 2

Still filled with green but it ain’t envy
Running on empty
Pen game still deadly
The one they never rated
Now they’re forced to respect me
If you’re talking about waves
I’m sneakbo on a jetski
Big Boothe, need to be buzzin’ in a Bentley
Big shoes, still a Fresh Prince no Jeffery
Slid through, and I pray the art last for centuries
Kid who? You do it for a bezzy and a jezzy
Still on the mark get ready
Bald but, you know I’m good here like Becky
Pull up, go n shoot a movie no reccy
If u didnt now u do that I am next ask Seshi
No bring in
Real rap no singing
she don’t fuck the first link but two drinks she unzipping
‘Cos I’m Cut different
Yeah U know I’m cut different
Everybody loves this shit but in the end the hearts different

CHORUS
I don’t ever make a wish, shit
Tell me what’s on the agenda
Raised in the East but I’m still front n centre
Sunday to Sunday that’s Jan til December
I don’t ever make a wish, shit
Tell me what’s on the agenda
Man, if you were sleeping on me
Hope that you remember
This route ain’t straight forward
But I’m down for the adventure