Lyrics What They Ain't - Potter Payper

No licence drink-driving
I could turn my lights off and still stay in my lane
I was Crown Court trialling
Now I'm backstage tipsy with the guys
And I can hear them all screaming my name
In the shade, I'm still shining
You know real back in style, let them hate
'Cah they know we are what they ain't
I miss seeing nanny smiling
But, I know she looking down proud
God blessed me, I got rich off pain

Convicted criminal
Living pitiful
Forever ridiculed
Troubled individual
Miserable, unmissable
Can't communicate, so get physical
Typical, sometimes I wish I was invisible
These thoughts are intrusive and P seems elusive
I got rich off pain, so it's all inclusive
And he alone walks on the path he chooses
But how you change on me?
You used to pass me twoses
I'm sick of these cells, but these bars are soothing
Now when they make a offer, they just can't refuse him
Keep it real with me, please I'm insisting
The money can't make up for the dargs I'm losing
I'm fighting for my life, there's no chance I'm losing
They stay assuming while I'm resuming
Check my resume and I keep improving
I make millions, I don't make excuses

No licence drink-driving
I could turn my lights off and still stay in my lane
I was Crown Court trialling
Now I'm backstage tipsy with the guys
And I can hear them all screaming my name
In the shade, I'm still shining
You know real back in style, let them hate
'Cah they know we are what they ain't
I miss seeing nanny smiling
But, I know she looking down proud
God blessed me, I got rich off pain

Ambitious, driven, hard-working
Perfectly imperfect
Straight talking genius, tryna see the best in people
Legal, Muslim, peaceful
Can't be recalled
Can't be blackballed
Clean hearted factual
Steer my own ship, I'm the Admiral
OT beef, I come round and make the trap warm
Running from police in the shoes that the crack bought
E'thing they throw at me, it bounces off the backboard
Do you love me or you hate me?
'Cause this shit's confusing
And when you talk to me, it just gets abusive
I'm talking to myself and my dreams are lucid
I'm sick of this game and the fame's a nuisance
I'm sick of my city and these kids are ruthless
I'm sick of this system and their institutions
I got a whole lotta years I ain't recouping
Michael Scofield, I became the blueprint

No licence drink-driving
I could turn my lights off and still stay in my lane
I was Crown Court trialling
Now I'm backstage tipsy with the guys
And I can hear them all screaming my name
In the shade, I'm still shining
You know real back in style, let them hate
'Cah they know we are what they ain't
I miss seeing nanny smiling
But, I know she looking down proud
God blessed me, I got rich off pain

How I find understanding, is
With my own head and with life
Which is that, people are people
They can't be controlled, changed, altered
Nothing, people are people, who they are, yeah?
Life is life
Your life is your life
No one can be blamed or praised for how your life is going
Because you are the admiral of your own shit, yeah?
Um, emotions like
Love, depression, erm, anger
They're all just fleeting moments in this long thing
So if you focus on any one of them, or give them up
Or anything, or allow any of them to become your identity
You've lost
Your hook's gonna be fantastic!