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whenInstead of doin somethin good with my life |
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I was out feelin untouchable, tryna rock grown men |
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I dunno how hes done it but my lawyer is a gee for keepin me outta pen |
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If it wernt for him and my paps, |
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I'd be lookin at a 10 |
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We all used to shot food but it was more about who was the gulliest in the ends |
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Shout out to |
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Tinchy, I was smaller than my guns |
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One thing we wouldnt do and that was shot a mans mum |
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But I was jammed up at the crack house, all night long |
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See man OD'in of the needle and the needle and the bong |
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When mornin used to come |
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I'd smell mingin |
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The weather was always ****ed my line never stopped dingin' |
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Cubba, white, brown pills, you can name me anything |
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There was nothin we wernt slingin |
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Look at me now |
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I'm singin |
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At my little sons grinnin |
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Mums gotta skits out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen |
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The scene needs coachin |
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Put your'e album out, same day as us and we'll see who's roastin! |
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Suck yourself! |
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You don't kill! |
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I can tell the way you talk about these ****in straps that you ain't never cocked no still |
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Real recognise real! |
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You know the deal |
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If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin shit |
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I'ma see ya when you make a mill |
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When you make a mill |
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When ya make a mill, |
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I'ma see ya |
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Respected by |
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G's cos I never tried to be one |
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But I've been around |
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Dappy and money makers |
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It's football and music, or let the streets take us (no lie) |
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Uh, I never lie in my bars |
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Artist blow and make up a part |
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They start liein to the listeners, |
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I tell em be yaself, the real |
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G's ain't listenin! |
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But nowadays everybodys bad, everybodys gotta strap on everybody bangs |
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And I don't give a shit if ya grindingif ya clothes look shit, your'e a tramp! |
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I'm sick and tired of these |
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Youtube gee's, gettin pissed of because ya girl |
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Youtubes me |
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I swear down these |
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Niggers make me sick |
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Na na nii, throw up a |
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CPlease, Mr |
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Munks all good |
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Ya think my hair weren't cut the way |
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I'm good in my hood |
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I pass through like sho they show love |
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It's an event whenever |
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I shows up |
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The money it goes up, day by day |
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And baby, pricks should never say my name |
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I came, from a place where it's all or nothin' |
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So I'ma take all and leave the boys nothin' |
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Leave the boys scuffin' yeah, fightin over shit |
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Number 2 album, |
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Nigger I'm the shit |
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Ey yo Da's look now were winnin |
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We use to be in the flats chillin |
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Look at me now spittin |
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Teeth still grinnin |
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Pass through my hood |
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Big gully |
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A R chain swingin |
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Paid so I'm boastin |
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I can burn bread |
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On 1 4 corner ways |
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Suck yourself! |
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You don't kill! (You don't kill!) |
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I can tell the way you talk about these ****in straps that you ain't never cocked no still |
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Real recognise real! |
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You know the deal (You know the deal) |
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If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin shit |
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I'ma see ya when you make a mill |
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When you make a mill |
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YoI was never ballin |
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My trainers all had smiles on their faces they were talkin |
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Always dressin bummy in some oversized tracksuite |
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Runnin round the streets where the gully is the black dudes |
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Robbin Niggers bare faced |
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I knew it wasnt fair mate |
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We'd lick a couple lappys |
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And we'd meet up at the staircase |
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Uncle B was the realest thing that |
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I believed in |
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Didn't think 4 years down the line, |
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I'd still be grievin' |
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And I ain't leavin, so ... |
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Suck yourself! (Suck yourslef!) |
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You don't kill! (You don't kill!) |
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I can tell the way you talk about these ****in straps that you ain't never cocked no still |
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Real recognise real! |
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You know the deal! (Ungrateful!) |
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If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin shit |
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I'ma see ya when you make a mill |
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When you make a mill |
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**** it! |