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, and he'll be there
Taste like glory