Knucks - 21 Candles lyrics

I've been wavy from a baby
You can ask my pop
He said welcome to the world I
Said "my darg what up"
I wore my pampers below my waist
And I think the nurses still know my face
Cos I asked them to hold a taste
I been a thug
Sipping Lipton from a sippy cup
Even in the sandbox you niggas
Still couldn't sit with us
Young menace I was everyone's handful
And now I'm here staring at 21 candles
Its funny how shit turn out
Friendships and relationships ain't work out
Set a bridge on fire till it burns out
Had some problems I was trying to work out
While you was probably tweeting
At your bird's house
Burning herbs up in the work house
Chatting to Estelle she trying to get me
Round at her house to herb out
Then there was Agatha
Told her hold her shakara
Fam this hmm hmm girl will get the pampana
What you bluffing, thought that I was cuffing
Girl you should apply some Robb
Vicks or Robitussin killing man
I'm ruthless when I rhyme inna di function
Chewing on a toothpick while I'm
Lining up they coffins
Fake MC's my g I see them in abundance
Its like the worth of words is
Getting cheaper by the dozen
Or was there even realness in the first place
Aye yo spark another one
Man it's my birthday shit

All the realists make a toast
Middle fingers to the most

Still running through the six like drake tho
And the snakes still slithering like draco
She weren't trying to spend the night
Because she say I'm young
I'm like ok you 25 but now I'm 21
You stupid, past affiliations with a Judas
I can tell she lying like she Lucious
But it's like people love to
Stab me in my back
So many times I walk around
With daggers in my back
But yo I'm glad I had my back
Its best you have your own yo
Madness in the postcode has shown
A nigga the roads cold
My flows colder than stone cold
Out with no coat
And makes you feel the wave like you
Left the coast in an old boat get me tho
You wouldn't find me vybzing
With just any hoe
She said she'll never let me go
Remember never having crap I was hella broke
Now my crep game fat like it's Terio
And they'll all kill 'em
You can try them but can't walk in them
Chilling with four women in pure linen
With dior trimming
My thoughts are all written
Realest, you can't chat to my
Lyrics like they got autism
Man they couldn't test me on my worst day
Haters will be haters till they turn grey
Aye N pour me up something
Man it's my birthday

All the realists make a toast
Middle fingers to the most