| That story telling emotional yute
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| Probably chatting shit again, who says he’s grime
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| But don’t sit with them
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| Well is he rap or grime bro it depends
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| Rap? |
| No and grime not really
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| Cause he ain’t got a bar about shutting down sets
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| Or a flow that sounds like skiba-diba-di-di
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| But anyway I know what you came for
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| Just gimme a sec
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| Wallahi, I’mma' go ham bro
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| But first let a nigga' stretch
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| (Oi cadet, your phone)
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| Shantel again init
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| Yeah
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| Let her know imma call her back
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| Anyway let me do me, it’s routine
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| Came around with the baton like I’m Akabusi
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| Look none of these niggas in the game
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| Can’t fuck with me in my face
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| I be looking at niggas like who’s he, look
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| Ask about me I’m the best on road
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| Drake’s album, I’m known in west on road
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| Your girls name Nintendo Pad
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| Wii controller, Fuck up your views nigga'
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| Oh shit, he’s right these kinda punches
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| Have a nigga sitting in a fight
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| Can’t tell me about power
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| Until you’ve ghosted man with a tommy in the ride
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| Yeah I got tekkerz still
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| The gyaldem say I’m impressive still
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| And they love the Bill Cosby swag
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| Ya' get it? |
| I got that sex-on-a-pill
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| The seven was like BBK
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| Come I’mma show man how
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| I woulda had your shorty in the crib
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| Getting mad frisky in the couch
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| See Krept, was like Jme
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| I durag and get a man down in the south
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| But Konan was like skepta
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| Cause if kone-itch-he-wa, knock somethin' out
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| I’m feeling like the young flame now
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| But this one you won’t catch
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| Cause in beef there’s 2 options bro
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| You either lean or throw back
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| You see my left hand I call Blade Brown
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| Cause man can get boxed over a bag
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| And my right hand I call Giggs now
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| Cause' if I land lord it’s a wrap
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| Yeah I came up from that pavement
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| Tryna' avoid these cages
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| I got set up chicks that will Kane your bro
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| But that don’t make them undertakers
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| You might not see me on stages
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| And you might not see me on playlists
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| (You weren’t nominated or a Rated Award)
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| I guess that makes man underrated
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| You see my career I’d never contemplate with
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| But my success has been understated
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| I’m better than half these fucking yutes
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| That got bars but they never say shit
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| Even hear my tune when I’m raving
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| The back of the club, it wants dance
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| But you couldn’t whine with my gyal
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| I will pop corn over one dance
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| I’m just getting started
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| I got that flame, I ain’t tryna' pass it
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| I’ve run a man down like Joe Budden
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| Have your whole neck back and your head departed
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| Around me rap yutes never start shit
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| Cause they know Cadet is not the target
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| And this is not the So Gone Challenge
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| There’s no chance a rapper starts it
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| Niggas know me man I’m bar retarded
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| Do any giggs, talkin' the hardest
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| And in the ends, there’s super snares
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| Cause thats where them man blown the cartridge
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| You better mind how y’all are all talkin'
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| And watch when shit comes out of your gob
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| Cause the magic words in Abracadabra
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| Even though man don’t talk, man rob
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| No you ain’t better than me, bruddah no'
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| And no you can’t flex like me, bruddah no'
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| And no you can’t shut down the rave
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| Just by saying his name, no bruddah no'
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| No you ain’t cadet, cadet
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| No you ain’t cadet, cadet
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| No you ain’t cadet, c-c-cadet, no you ain’t cadet cadet no' |