Conversations lyrics

[Verse 1]
Conversations with a buj fiend turns out I can be a real good listener
We had Tina's flat looking like Boiler room, probably why that cypher felt so familiar
My shorty never liked this phone, she bad to the bone but Elizabeth prettier
Real recognise real, makes sense why most of them pussio yutes ain't feelin' us
My young buy trappin' on Snapchat, lucky if my cats even got data
That's why I can't listen to rap, if call out the cap apparently I'm a hater
Brudda don't get smoked for your diamonds, all of that water could turn a man vapour
Man came on a glide, left with a short back and sides, bro steps with a shaver
Listen there ain't no beauty in the struggle, if there is sh*t I ain't seen it yet
It's mad how they call me a new school rapper, I feel like a seasoned vet
In the process of doing a whole lot more, I realised I been speaking less
My main cat slurring his speech, a couple of each probably keep him bless
Used to dream about being a rapper but all of that changed as soon as I became one
Used to think that money would solve all my problems until I actually made some
My side ting fire alie, but same way she ain't got sh*t on my main one
Before it was a 10 minute drive it was a 45 minutes on a ped up the A1
My day ones still the same ones, I was doing up pedal bike shifts in the [?]
You're only as strong as the people around you, I don't rate no one he came with
[?] are killing the working class and I guess I'm the best one to lay the blame with
A Nokia phone and a flick I make the trap kick like N3on and Adin

[Hook]
It's the hardest thing to find what I'm praying for, praying for
So the [?] made it now, is it what staying for
Sick of [?] in silence, echoes in my styrofoam
Something in this silence, feel it bleeding from my bones
I know that I shouldn't but I kinda want to
[Verse 2]
Her body come like a figure of 8, where I'm from dead broke ain't a figure of speech
Bill sutm up for this built up aggression, runtz in a spliff bet they wish it was me
Send him some on a dentist one, my young boy live tryna fill it with teeth
I been in the trap for a million weeks, f*ck what my bro done he did it with me
I ain't a gangster I'm a regular guy with a celular line doing serious weight
I can get you a box for 35 bills but I need me a mill, tell me what it's gon' take
Respectfully I don't rate none of them, I don't hate none of them they just all sound the same
Food on my scale this one off the ritcher, giving out pictures without the frame
Conversations with a buj fiend bro I can't listen to this no more
Nokia bullier, class A courier, probably got they re-up on my kitchen floor
In the process of doing a whole lot less I realised they was b*tching more
The fat boy better off fighting, brudda don't run if your fitness poor
Imitating man's style I don't know how you didn't feel shame when you wrote that
Somebody hit up this weirdo yute, let 'em know that Glizz wants his flow back
I don't wanna rap 'bout being the best but true say them boy there already know that
Go get your scarfs and hoodies, I'm telling you the winter gonna be cold like