| Oi blinks
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| I told you about the chain already, it’s just heavy
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| Uh
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| Okays
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| Alrights
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| Okay
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| Look
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| I’m fucking with dollars in blue again
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| And now my ego is telling me it’s me against you again
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| I had a right hand man and then I kinda lost two of them
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| Killers, knew a few of them
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| Uh, some incarcerated and some are sitting at home
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| Living with ghosts
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| I could have got the Phantom but I wanted two doors 'cause I prefer solo
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| I knew a couple maniacs that put it in my hand and told me run up and shoot but
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| I hit the goalposts
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| That’s on my mothers, I’d be lying if I told 'em that I didn’t come close
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| That’s the last time I ever called a jail cell home
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| I’m looking at a couple acres, three to be precise
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| Used to have to use my sleeve to get the claret off my knife
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| Trackies and some Nikes, running for my life
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| Cah you know it’s that time when you see them blue lights
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| Jumping in through nettles, stung head to toe, fuck it
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| Get a call back the minute I get home
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| Them times I had an older bitch living on her own
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| And she told me how to build blue slims, flip mode
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| Taught me how to get high and let go of control
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| And that’s the same year Risky got killed
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| I didn’t know him that well but guns don’t respect no one and bullets leave
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| holes
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| God rest his soul
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| Hollow tips will make a man’s body turn cold
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| Man are using man bags to carry their weed but we wouldn’t bring a pouch unless
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| there was a snub-nose
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| Were getting lost in my younger days
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| That’s 'cause I’m fucking with that Alizé
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| And I’m a made man now but I was a recruit like Leonardo was to McConaughey
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| Fuck a psychiatrist, fuck therapy
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| That’s how we live when you come from skeleton city
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| When it get dark I just bring them skeletons with me
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| And the bottle’s done like I’m Irish and it’s Guinness
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| Stood staring at the statue of ecstasy, I got it with a matte black finish
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| I had the 23's imported from Germany, if you haven’t noticed the double R’s not
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| spinning
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| Yeah, I thought I was the only one who’d look cold blacked out
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| But when the grim reaper walked up to my hospital bed and pulled off the covers
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| I was lay there grinning
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| It’s only a resurrection when a real one’s risen
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| Come a long way from her majesty’s prison and I like it better when the lyrics
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| not written
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| Oi
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| What you saying Blinkie, I can talk for a minute, yeah
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| Okay
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| And this whole time, my mum, I miss her
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| Cah I’ve said some shit on this album, I hope it doesn’t upset ya
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| Cah you’re a real queen
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| And I remember you sitting in that interview room and the police was telling me
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| I was looking at attempted murder
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| And you’d hidden my phone in your bra
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| Allegedly
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| I fucking love you forever, that’s a real queen
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| King of the north
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| The 61 till there’s no one left
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| Uh
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| Only the real understand
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| The resurrection
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| Constantly working on my imperfections, Bugzy Malone
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| Dun know
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| Ah |