Anxiety - Wretch 32, KayyKayy

Cold streets got me anxious

Got the heat for anxiety

All this beef’s kinda cancerous

Made it part of my dietary

No sleep, no anxiety

No sleep, no anxiety

All this beef’s kinda cancerous

Made it part of dietary

Didn’t wanna go this far, still I ended up here

Now I got opps, got no option, I’m living prepared

Mum thinks that I’ve got anxiety and that I move weird

No safety, I’ma be safe, I ain’t gotta be scared

Can’t let my sis know what bro done

Cah she won’t let me bring him inside

Can’t let my mum know what I done

Cah she’d probably wanna see me inside

I’ma wear the plain one, not the stripe one

Cah I might wanna wear it next time

Last time all I heard was swoosh

Then I got blood on my Nikes

I don’t even know who’s winning

I just know I’m fine

I don’t even know who’s with him

'Cause I ain’t got time

Anytime when a man’s out dipping

I just wanna get strikes

Leave man in the gutter or alley

Just 'cause he never boled in right

How the hell you going to catch man lacking

About three times

Must be trying to go for a hat trick

Now we going his hat online

Now we got his chain online

Got the same drip as mine

Now they gotta call me 2 Chainz

I’ma wear them side by side

Most wanted sinner

Trident had me in the station

Same week I heard how a opp turned singer

I wish I could splash like Ramz

I’ll do it in minutes, but bro does it quicker

I was in the cut, me, Bliky and Jigger

Name one guy on your team who’s realer

My bro phone me all stressed

I laughed like, «I can never be that nigga»

Anything grrr get brr and bill up

Slide 'round there, see something get hit up

I keep myself to myself

Cah foenem’s chatty and she’s to inna

The hood’s been baking hot

I still gotta dash from cops

Think the line’s getting thiner

How much times can I pick up?

How much times can I bill up?

How much times can I toke on the crow

Make the holes in the ozone bigger

I left my nigga on the wing

That’s my winger

Been with me since ching chang chong

Yeah, that’s my chinger

Still gotta come through spleaging

Damn, if it’s wrong things he’s screaming

My bro’s getting watched by Trident

He still gets cash and makes it home by the evening

I was in the car just scheming

Jump out, hood came off and I beat it

Jump back in the ride, now I’m tweaking

Thinking, «Yo, did the camera see this?»

Few weeks later I’m on the M-way speeding

I’m in a whip that’s clean

Getting followed by CIDs for no reason

My broskie just caught a case

And he ain’t hit me up and I heard he’s speaking

The life I live ain’t intriguing

This real rap, no cap, just believe it

This real rap, no cap, just believe it

Bro’s in the trap, no sleeping

And it’s freezing

Cold streets got me anxious

Got the heat for anxiety

All this beef’s kinda cancerous

Made it part of my dietary

No sleep, no anxiety

No sleep, no anxiety

All this beef’s kinda cancerous

Made it part of dietary