Confessions Lyrics

Lets start with this

Age 13 I had cuffs on wrists

Age 14 they showed me a blick

Age 15 when i let that hit

Age 16 I was swiping card then spoke to the Lord to forgive my sins

I don't want to die in the streets before i can live out in peace

Rest in peace to bro when you left the pain done turned me cold

I don't know why my baby still love me

I'm bad 'cause the Good in me saw something ugly

Still my baby won't dump me

Pray that I don't make her feel like a dummy

Oluwa knows I try

So many guys don't wanna see AK survive

Ejor Mommy don't cry

Though the devil still wants me to die

Dreaming Dior makes me look to the sky

I promise I'll take us all outta the section

Failure isn't an option or question

D.B.E money is Destined

B.I.G my faith stay even, even though her name is Evens

High school I came out with sevens

If i could turn the clock back I would go back to eleven

So when broski started moving mad I'd set his gaze to heaven

Now he's sitting up in heaven

The pain I felt that day made me leave my house with weapons

I was ready to show a nigga bout a Smith & Wesson

But I clocked onto the lesson

I put my pain in words and let my syllables show you my digression

Now you're listening to my open confession

Money and samurai swords entices me

But I wasn't deep in the ting

In and out

Half and half

Call me hybrid

But I still know musics my path

Hinder my ting and you're gon see my wrath

Wicked Wretch

Played my heart and now you wanna ask for sex

Babes you best get left your head ain't working right

Goodnight

Anyway Omo, we need to talk

If you cant handle me talk a walk

Know I'm your rock but are you my rocket

Know I can plug you

Are you my socket

Are you for me

Or are you for Pocket

Are you my wife

Or are you my puppet

If you had the jam would I be the crumpet

Trumpets sounding in my head

Laying lonely in bed

If an opp came to my house

Would my bros hide in the shed

Or would they have at him til the medics say the bastards dead

Where I'm from they sip the wine then break the bread

Backward thinking

Swiping cards and pyrex whipping

Women dressed in linen make you think you're winning

'Cause you're dripping as you're sinning

When there's a drought you're livid 'cause the physical can't help your broken spirit

Spin the wheels of faith

To me its life

To you its no more than a Ferris

Born as a King

Grew up in a terrace

In the hood

Where you can't pass

Til you're distinctly given a merit

Step to me

Your life you don't cherish

YRK with the white

Don't care if you done did dirt

Can't leave blemish

Shout out Migz

I'm Supreme

He's the Savage

You don't wan step to the double S madness

Bros got 'matics

So its tragic

If you're seen out in that traffic

Been 'round flamethrowers

So Don't talk about heat if you're holding a matchstick

Ting gets sprayed like dettol

If it does then bro that's 99 gone

Bro was 14 going up counch

Gyal was 16 giving up bum

See that's choices that they made but you do what you can for the pay

'Cause the hood make a man turn selfish

'Cause the money means more than friendship

And the money means more than loyalty

To him it means more than you

More than me

Brace up bro your friend is your enemy

I got far too much ahead of me

Future is heavenly

But my past and my present is deadly

So ready the ting

Keep one in the heady

If its a must puncture his belly