| Yeah
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| Unlocking
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| Yo
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| Rolling with the brodie Shay
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| Real ting, no protégé
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| Chase mula, bands in the air
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| Can’t cope when I make it rain
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| Go H•A•M and I’m doing up booth
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| Still fuck with the trappers, though
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| Still tryna get that bando plaque
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| Sold more than a thousand wraps
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| Need more than a thousand straps
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| Blow them opps away
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| Too much hate and observay
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| Keep them cops away
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| Grind hard in the council flats
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| Seen more than a thousand cats
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| Charging phones in traps
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| How you gonna cope with that?
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| Curls in my hair, that’s wild
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| Tryna get bands in now
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| Stepped in the room with style
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| Looked at my girl like «wow»
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| Free up the mandem now
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| Rolled on my own for a while
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| Tryna make papers pile
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| Then I came back around
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| Life’s mad, I had both ways
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| Understand I had broke days
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| On the grind, I banged coke waves
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| Man hate, I don’t note names
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| I’m the guy, I self-proclaim
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| Linked her for that throat game
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| Tag-team but you’re both lame
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| Unlock, that’s the quote name
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| Summer trap and I do rain
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| Blacked-out like I’m Bruce Wayne
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| Chase dough like I’m Usain
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| Next year, I’ll cop two chains
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| Smile now 'cause I knew pain
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| Hollow tip, that’s a new pain
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| Tucked down when that woo came
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| Make tunes, I don’t do fame
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| Class A, that’s a loose game
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| Grown now, I don’t do ends
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| Everyday, you’ve got new friends
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| Everyday, I get new bread
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| I don’t care if your shoe’s red
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| I’m on the M-way doing road rage
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| Show money, that rotate
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| 36, that’s a whole K
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| Known P, I don’t show face
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| Fuck the gang that your friend’s in
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| Spare shell for your bredrin
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| Move pipe to your peng ting
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| Push weight like I’m benching
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| All this trap in your song, bro
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| Went jail for some next ting
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| Coolie hair when I’m flexing
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| On the grind, that’s no resting
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| Trap boy, so I know bricks
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| Ten bags, that was '06
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| In the circle, have no pricks
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| On your strip, receive pole tricks
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| I ain’t trusting these new girls
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| Give the world to my old chick
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| Load it up, get the whole clip
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| I don’t wanna hear no lip
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| Charge it to the game
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| Yeah, all this grinding in the rain
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| Yeah, had my brain going insane
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| Tryna make the situation out here change
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| Yeah, charge it to the game
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| Yeah, all this grinding in the rain
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| Yeah, had my brain going insane
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| Tryna make the situation out here change, swag |