Yo, it’s been a minute since I spoke on a beat like this…

You know that late-night, lookin’-out-the-window type pain, yeah?

But don’t get it twisted—still me, still cold, still cheeky with it.

Let’s go—

I See You Made This

Tryna box these demons, got me shadow fightin’ air

I don’t even trust the mirror, man, I glare at my own stare

Keep it tucked beneath the belt like it’s part of the Montclair

I ain’t reachin' out for help—I just climb the fuckin’ stairs

Now it’s paint stains on Amiris

Blood, sweat, and drip—got trauma in my series

See the feds yell "freeze," I ain't even feel feary

I just posed for the cam, man I made it look eerie

She saw me cheffin’ now she tryna be my lunch date

Told her “Chill, babes—I still eat noodles off the one plate”

She shaped like a 10, but she think like a complaint

Locked me off ‘cause I linked her mate by some dumb fate

I’m six-two, tryna fly before I lay deep

Fourteen in the van, no gang—just a dream team

I write it raw, no pen—just the pain stream

She took the lot, smiled cheeky—said "buffet vibes," no mainstream

She from the bits, got fake Chanays, she probably danced for it

He got a watch and got a chain, he probably scammed for it

Everybody round me grafted, yeah, we planned for it

Can't show off your new shoes—they’ll get snatched for it

I know some bruddas in and out, still doin’ laps

I chose a route, made Mumsy smile, now I count these stacks

My little bro tryna be like me, I’m tryna pull him back

This ain’t the soil I want to see him sproutin’ at

Fly boy, still got baggage that I won’t check

Came late into the game and started cleanin’ up the whole mess

Used to wait for crumbs, now I’m feastin’ like it’s no stress

Still ain’t got a Benz, but my tracks doin’ road, yes

Had to grow wings, now I’m hoverin’ like drones

Some man plastic—talkin’ ‘bout gums but they foam

Did this in one take, barely touched the microphone

This what it takes if you wanna leave the broken home

Drawin' pictures in my head that you can't trace

You was all smiles ‘til they pulled up, now it’s blank face

Said my name? That's cute—didn’t know you liked taste

Didn’t know you’d fold like laundry on a light day

She from the bits, got fake Chanays, she probably danced for it

He got a watch and got a chain, he probably scammed for it

Everybody round me grafted, yeah, we planned for it

Can't show off your new shoes—they’ll get snatched for it

I know some bruddas in and out, still doin’ laps

I chose a route, made Mumsy smile, now I count these stacks

My little bro tryna be like me, I’m tryna pull him back

This ain’t the soil I want to see him sproutin’ at

I pray that time sprints

Used to share box meals and now we talkin’ side hints

Still got my creps from Year 9 with a slight rinse

Streets cold—prayin' five times just to fight sins

Heart gone grayscale, no filter

We was posted on the stairs like a bored babysitter

Four pipes on the whip, now it growl like a critter

VVS so bright it could outshine your Twitter

This that pain with a smirk, real talk with a giggle

Got trauma and jokes, both packed in the middle

Might flex in silence, let the wins do the wiggle

'Cause too much flash’ll get you robbed by a pickle (don’t ask)

She from the bits, got fake Chanays, she probably danced for it

He got a watch and got a chain, he probably scammed for it

Everybody round me grafted, yeah, we planned for it

Can't show off your new shoes—they’ll get snatched for it

I know some bruddas in and out, still doin’ laps

I chose a route, made Mumsy smile, now I count these stacks

My little bro tryna be like me, I’m tryna pull him back

This ain’t the soil I want to see him sproutin’ at

(Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)

(Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)

Still me, still here, just a bit more grown

Still laugh at pain, still write it in stone

Still got heart, even when I’m alone

Now run that back, before it’s gone