Verse 1

I had to find you for 2020,

Girl, you were already mine, I’m a visionary.

And you just turned (20)th of February,

Born in ‘02—guess you’re there already.

I could be your number two, baby, if you’d let me,

And we could make an angel—numbers? I got plenty.

Damn, I’ve got so many things that are temporary,

Damn, I’ve felt so many wins, they won’t even get me.

Higher than these narcotics,

Don’t you know that happiness a dark promise?

Don’t you know your world is only part of it?

But keep the love close—you ain't far from it.

Feed the love most, or you go scar for it.

No lie; you might win if you the last honest.

I ain’t get a wallet ‘til I filled the pocket.

So I treat it like the world and leave a mark on it.

I take Deutsche Marks, I take British pounds,

Damn, I’d even take a shilling— yeah, I’ve been around.

Long enough to see the hero play the villain now.

There’s only couple greats still in Great Britain now.

And we’ll be emigrating in a little while—

Get you somewhere safe, then I’ll give a child.

Fake Britain ain't tainting this little smile.

I swear I could make it rain if I hear the sound…

Verse 2

We was coming up through the downpour,

Trying to find a warm place, but we found more.

Been a man of morals, not the damn law.

No say-so—what you think we slang for?

Not safe, no—what you think the gang for?

Had to thank Lord every day on damn tour.

‘Cause it could’ve been dates at the cat’s home.

Back home, niggas gotta use backbone.

On my own, pedal bike on the road,

Full of hope, leather pouch full of crow.

Blowing smoke—I can feel it in my soul.

I was little bro, dreaming big, moving dough.

I was big bro, never let him see the smoke.

But the hood’s on fire, and it heat my soul,

And I gotta keep cool if I see 5-0.

So I had to trust rain and receive my pour…