Lately, I been drinkin' a lot
And maybe it's in my DNA maybe it's the way
Things have been goin' for me
Lately, I been thinkin' a lot
Maybe I'll always be a slave
Maybe I'll never break these chains
Maybe I need a twist of faith
One of them nothin' was the
Same like Drizzy Drake's

And this is transparency and God
Forbid that I fail
‘Cause I'd hate to see my mother
End up back in that jail
And immigration sent a letter
Said they're grantin' me bail
So really time is of the essence
You feel me? I'm the boy that blew up
On the council estate
I want my face on the side
Of every bus that I've chased
I need an estate
A hundred acres for my family to stay
So my daddy could say, so my daddy could say

Callin', call on him
Call him when you need him
And he'll be there
Taste like glory, glory, glory
Glory, taste like, taste like

Lately I been dreamin' a lot
Which is quite funny
‘Cause when you see me in my face
I look sleepless as fuck
Balancin' evens and odds
But bein' humble pays
And this is so much more
Than just another occupation
I'm tryna go from workin' in Subway
Makin' sandwiches for all the doctors
To actually becomin' the next Dr dre
Lately, I been thinkin' a lot
How could I be the shortest man in
Every single room I walk in?
But be consistently the closest to God?
Maybe ‘cause I'm always high
Lately I been thinkin' a lot
How come sleepin' in the car
Only filled me with drive?
It was just me, myself
The stars and my guitar in the night
And all the songs I would write, huh
And then my nigga would come through and
Bun a zute in the night
Man, that's the shit that got me through it
That's no word of a lie
Man, that's the shit that got me through it
I still owe you my life
I swear I owe you my life, yeah
But you know what the time is
When I buy you that timepiece until then
I just need all of my niggas behind me
Yes, all of my nine Gs, yes, all of my YGs
We fly like Nike

Callin', call on him
Call him when you need him
And he'll be there
Taste like glory, glory, glory
Glory, taste like, taste like