Ard Adz - What Have I Become lyrics

Don't rely on a man
Hustle on your ones, not with five other man
What have I become?
Devil to the Lord
But an angel to my son like

I get the cash and make the cash flip
Astaghfirullah
I got my mash in this Masjid I'm doing salah
I get cash and I don't
Splash out on Louis Vuitton
Mama told me use your brain
Don't you lose your iman
Mum I hear that, swear to God I hear you
I've looked my demons in the face and
Told 'em I don't fear you
Breaking all these boxes till the
Day I get a breakthrough
Love don't live here but them snakes do
You dig that
You think you're real but I
See through your heart's denial
I done ran through the pain
Now it's hard to smile
About you do road
You're mileage on half a mile
My bruddas do road, mileage gone half a mill
It's like they rap now
They soon turn to pop though
When my strap bangs
The only time I pop though
I like gyal who can rock without Ciroc though
Shot these rocks then I'm
Off to Maroc though

What have I become?
What have I become?
What have I become?
What have I become?

Don't rely on a man
Hustle on your ones, not with five other man
What have I become?
Devil to Allah, but an angel to my son

'016, I spent the year stackin'
You was in the club
You spent your year dabbing
I'm from a place where
There's bare stabbings
If she's dirty, don't you bareback it
Fuck the winter, I got bare jackets
Smokin' weed got me lean like
A pair of brackets
I'm gettin' mad love
But I'm thinking "Fuck it all"
You've had bad luck
I've never had luck at all
Fuck the feds
They're tryna take me for some hostage
Got me sittin' in the station in my boxers
'Member as a young'un I, first popped a AC
Mummy found out, gave me beats like she's JC
What's the matter mum? I'm
Tryna get in more bread
Mummy clapped me like "Why you
Shittin' on your doorstep?"
Thinkin' 'bout my bruddas and I'm
Wishin' that no more dead
Or we dishin' out some more lead

What have I become?
What have I become?
What have I become?
What have I become?

Don't rely on a man
Hustle on your ones, not with five other man
What have I become?
Devil to Allah, but an angel to my son

Movie in the 'ood still
Tryna dodge the camera
Middle of the Brikky so I'm
Holding on this Caliber
Everyting's fishy in the Brikky
Like some calamar
I was always guilty but I
Never told the barrister
You dig that
They ain't world class, dem boy amateur
I'm on my ones but my
Weapon's in the passenger
Ten years in and out of stations
By now the feds know I
Won't give a statement
I've done dirt, mashed works
I ain't proud of my sin
My brudda said he got me
I ain't doubting a thing
I told Raggy that he'll
Always have a visitor
I've never snitched
You can ask my solicitor
They bucked him, sucked him, lipo
When they bucked him and sucked
Him his life froze
What's that? £375 on your chain?
Get this357 to your brain for your white gold

What have I become?
What have I become?
What have I become?
What have I become?

Don't rely on a man
Hustle on your ones, not with five other man
What have I become?
Devil to Allah, but an angel to my son