| Hook
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| Reppin' London Town out here
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| We go round-a-round the globe like merry-go
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| Kiss your fame goodbye, say «Cheerio»
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| Dipset, high commission is major, ay
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| Mayhem:
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| Like Doctor King, May had a dream, then I had a scheme
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| Now the streets call me King like the magazine
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| We got the keys to the city
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| Coppin' and shuttin'
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| Still moving keys through the city
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| F a crew, we living threat
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| So F your troops and your little Techs
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| We coppin' nukes on the Internet
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| I been a vet, made a stack and a few ends
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| Hustlin' packs, now May back like that new Benz
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| A few gems, jewels and ice
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| Shoes is right, back to the future Nikes
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| I run with dudes that’ll slap yo' kids (then what)
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| They’ll hang they ass off the balcony like Jacko did
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| I’m stressed to figure how he the bestest nigga
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| S.A.S. |
| is bigger, I beg to differ
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| We invading them tapes
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| Now the kids in the states say the kid is amazing like grace
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| Amen
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| Hook
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| Mega:
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| For the price of fame, icy chains
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| In a blink of a eye, Blood, ya life could change
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| Yeah, nights was strange, I was gettin' no sleep |
| But I had to hold heat, livin' in these cold streets
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| Down for spittin', bound to rip them
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| Yo they siad we was nice but we sounded different
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| Now you clowns is dissin', quit that chit-chat
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| Chain out in Marcy, you wouldn’t risk that
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| It’s kinda vivid though, was the life I was livin' bro
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| Came from Britian for spittin' but was flippin' to get the dough
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| You should listen and see the vision if you don’t get the flow
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| It’s a hustle, kids in the struggle, that’s who I’m reppin' fo'
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| This ain’t hard to write, my bars is tight
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| I ain’t tryna be locked behind bars, that’s right
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| Been through plenty wars, now I’m scarred for life
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| I’m like the American flag, I got stars and stripes, yeah
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| Hook
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| Mayhem:
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| F the U.K. rap scene, waitin' on a dream
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| I was in the crack scene waitin' on a fiend
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| Like we ain’t that team, as blatant as it seems
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| Catch me with the cap, lean, blazing on the green an'
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| Now I’m signed, you gon' see me grow
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| Into a songwriter, publisher, CEO
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| See me bro, the streets wanna see me blow
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| They acting young and restless like the TV show |
| Mega:
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| We went from a still crowd to hearin' them real lud
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| Yo it’s blatant, we blazin', we makin' 'em real proud
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| Inticipatin', awaitin' this ill sound
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| Mega never fakin', I’m statin' the real now
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| So act the wrong way, get clapped the arms spray
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| I got hits with the Dips and tracks with Kanye
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| But I’m still gutter cuz I’m still in the gutter
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| Keep my steel in the gutter when I’m dealing that butter
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| Oh
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| Hook |