| I paved my way, you can keep my deposit
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| My moneys up, I’ll still leave with the profit, P’s in my pocket
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| Weed got me wheezy, I’m coughing
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| On THC 'til I sleep in a coffin
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| I’m sleazy and comic
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| I creep out a girls bed whilst you creep out the closet
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| With my d-o-g like Wallace, he’s a g-o-d, I’m demonic
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| He’s scheming some money
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| Be where you be, if you want it
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| If you’re pussy, I’ll leave you bleeding from it
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| With three in your forehead and leave you broken like a promise
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| I polish pocket, I’m not a novice
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| Got knowledge and acknowledge, all circles I’m I’m not in
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| Humble, modest, I pay homage, fallen soldiers ain’t forgotten
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| That’s in loving memory of my brother Thomas
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| And others that have been taken from us
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| I’m sat here blazing this chronic, with my new girl
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| She’s a goddess and I’m her Adonis
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| We live and lie, I’m just being honest
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| Wall of Palestine, got me reading on it
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| Empty’s how I’m feeling from it
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| Peace is what they keeping from us
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| Sleepless nights in the city centre
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| Putting the herb into a pretty ember
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| Head into the place they told us not to go
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| I came back a new man but I forgot my soul
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| There’s no rest for the wicked in this inner city (life)
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| There’s no rest for the wicked in this inner city (pressure)
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| There’s no rest for the wicked in this inner city (life)
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| There’s no rest for the wicked in this inner city
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| I’m getting about like a gypo, spitting fuego like Mr. Zippo
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| I got a new bae and her skin Amarillo
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| And her mouth wide like hippo so I get head like pillow
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| Now I’ve got 99 problems and a bitch ain’t one
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| Out here with my niggas I’ve been with since day one
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| Politicking 'bout how we getting off of the block
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| I lot of talk about no jobs, so he’s shotting the rock
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| But dats bullshit, we just don’t wanna conform
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| I been a rowdy rebel renegade since I was born
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| Rivershire Hospital til (?) 1−4
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| Doing what I want and more so I hear a lot of talk
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| From people acting like they know me
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| Tryna tell me about myself but listen closely
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| Hear 'em say shit about themselves that they don’t see
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| Hypocrites, I’m surprised yous ain’t too far up your arses to give a shit
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| Sleepless nights in the city centre
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| Putting the herb into a pretty ember
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| Head into the place they told us not to go
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| I came back a new man but I forgot my soul
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| There’s no rest for the wicked in this inner city (life)
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| There’s no rest for the wicked in this inner city (pressure)
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| There’s no rest for the wicked in this inner city (life)
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| There’s no rest for the wicked in this inner city |