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[Verse 1: Rizzle Kicks] |
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Estate war |
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What you got an aggy face for? |
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We carry eggs it's not just life that we claim's raw |
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Taking advantage of the days without rainpour |
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We remain poor, so wait pause incase your face falls foul to the product of fowl |
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We like to cage more |
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Don't be a chicken |
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See me I'm feasably different |
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To the kids on my estate who like to beef and not listen |
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I had a sweet disposition |
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But I was still weak to convincing |
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Ask your mum for 50p then mischievously buy eggs |
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And believe it will be it that they're bricking |
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They being the kids from the other estate |
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Not rivals in the sense that we hate |
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Just rivals in the sense to get egged in the face |
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It was pleasant if you were below the age of 8 |
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Only God knows if it was the catalyst for something less blase |
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[Verse 2: Rizzle Kicks & Mikill Pane] |
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So let the games begin |
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Man I jumped in head first |
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An expert with that legwork a dead cert for that net worth |
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Yes sir |
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Yeah no matter how little respect earnt |
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When I'd get burnt by the olders |
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They'd be hoping I would get tripping |
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Now they're bed ridden and I bed women |
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Have sex with them, Cowgirl |
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Bed ridden, Yeah sinning |
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Head spinning with our live set |
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And guys blinded by rep |
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Kinda wish that I was less driven |
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[Hook: Rizzle Kicks & Mikill Pane] |
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I won't fall |
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I'm no fool |
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I won't fall |
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I'm no fool |
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This means war |
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This means war |
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This means war |
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This means yeah |
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I'm no fool |
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I won't fall |
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I'm no fool |
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I won't fall |
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This means war |
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This means war |
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This means war |
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This means |
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[Verse 3: Rizzle Kicks & Mikill Pane] |
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Ay yo I take no prisoners |
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Take note scribble this |
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Brain flow limitless |
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Safe though listen in |
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I was digging away on minimum wage |
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Thinking of ways to position my face |
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Like what's going on |
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Teachers thought my potential was wasted |
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Hey kids it's all about faith in what you're making |
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I need more than these pre written pages |
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And hormones make me want girls to get naked |
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I don't want a bad bitch |
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I want a chick that will slap a guy if he calls her a bad bitch |
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That's it |
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I don't wanna glamourize this |
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If you do it well I think that your standards might slip |
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Up for a challenge |
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Head fully balanced |
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You and who's army I reckon I'll manage |
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Let em all have it |
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Homegrown talent |
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Yeah |
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So let the games begin |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 4: Mikill Pane] |
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Oi listen though |
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Yeah I don't even carry a weapon I got bars |
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Ain't rocking any tatoos but I got scars |
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Whole game's going berserk like it's not ours |
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Motherfuckers overlooking the work |
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I'm like Cha |
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Seriously can't fuck with the style or you'll get burnt |
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Go on drag me back in the battle and get learnt |
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I know a stack of rappers who act like a wet perm |
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But when the time comes for getting it live (they just weren't) |
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A younger generation look at the game and it's all thugged out |
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Their bugged out, their running their dumb mouth like |
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Oiii |
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Feel free to hate on the way that this shits turned out |
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They're burned out shame that you weren't down but BOYYY |
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Against all odds I blaze you bods |
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While you sit and reminisce about the days you was |
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It made you what |
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See the way you played yourself it's odd |
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So let the games begin |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 5: Mikill Pane] |
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Yeah boy mama didn't raise one |
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Been ill since phase one |
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Ya get I |
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Rizzle Kicks |
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Dabbler |
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Go fuck yourself |
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So let the games begin |
