| We was chillin' in the pitch, some pride no bel-air
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| Real dargs deh-deh
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| Them Cowley days, banging goals like Pelé
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| They’re talkin' 'bout gang shit, it’s a family (It's a family)
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| Same team for me, had no salary (Gang)
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| And all the fake shit’s bad for your sanity (Ugh)
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| Same bridges getting burned like calories (Burnt)
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| I was raised in the gully not the Gaza (In the gully)
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| Twelve gauge, bitch had twins, no father
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| Mind where you fish, I got teeth like piranha (Better mind)
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| Tryna sink ships, big guns what I harbour (Dudu)
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| If you try bang and get slapped, that’s karma (Like, baow)
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| Three shots from a black star, that’s Ghana (That's Ghana)
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| Fully tan man, see your skin get darker (Ugh)
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| Feed a man corn, true, he’s lookin' all marga
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| Never show love on the road, that’s suicide (Don't do it)
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| It’s too cold, gotta live by do or die
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| Ever step for a man that wouldn’t do the same? |
| (Mm)
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| Only members allowed, who the fuck are they? |
| (Who the fuck are they?)
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| I’ve got real life trauma, no one cares (No one)
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| I’m a thug so they hate man everywhere (Ugh)
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| I don’t smoke no more so I feel it all (Feel it)
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| Long time, I put drugs in teddy bears (Ugh)
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| Mummy don’t know why I gotta bang (Baow)
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| Couple niggas tryna put me in a bodybag (True)
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| So I’m gonna do what I gotta do (Gonna do it)
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| If it’s me or them, who you gonna choose? |
| (Gonna chose)
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| I hope the Lord sees me in a better light
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| I just do what I do for a better life
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| And this will all make sense, maybe one day (One day)
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| Until then, I’ma squeeze on a semi-nine (Dududu)
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| Twelve gauge, bitch had twins, no father
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| Mind where you fish, I got teeth like piranha (Better mind)
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| Tryna sink ships, big guns what I harbour (Dudu)
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| If you try bang and get slapped, that’s karma (Like, baow)
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| Three shots from a black star, that’s Ghana (That's Ghana)
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| Fully tan man, see your skin get darker (Ugh)
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| Feed a man corn, true, he’s lookin' all marga
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| Ayy, you already know who it is, Mally
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| Food for the cats, that’s IAMS
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| It’s AM, who I am
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| You know we’re really out here before the war, antebellum
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| Fours up or get bored up
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| F’s up or get cheffed up
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| C’s up or get beat up
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| Or rasclart bleed up, Mally
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| Feds want the ten in the box like the ark or the covenant (Ten)
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| They was on dates, I fell in love with the sovereign (How could you?)
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| Hate if you want, it’s not me that you’re bothering (It's not me)
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| Still, I can’t milk it, I’m lactose intolerant (Can't milk)
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| Nothing got slapped with the skengs that you’re borrowing (Dudu)
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| If he moves bookey, park up and follow him (Park)
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| Life’s like a movie, I’m writing down some of it (Write it down)
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| Cultivate chapters like songs of Solomon (Mm-mm)
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| If I don’t block her, she’s gonna keep hollering
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| Course I make time for you, only if you’re swallowing
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| Bro beat corn with the feds in front of him
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| Like, no one’s stopping him, we’re boppin' in and droppin' it (Baow)
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| Young G’s tapped, true, their head’s kinda gone a bit (Kinda tapped)
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| Lame niggas talking out their arse, put a sock in it (Ugh)
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| Any niggas sittin' on the fence, start hoppin' it (Hop that)
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| Even Humpty got his head cracked and I ain’t moppin' it (Baow, baow) |