Yo, Yo
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Hey
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Ma'fucka jag e gata, what is it you didn't understand
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Lived in places where life didn't offer you anything
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Where existence had been sweet and had been soft about man
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had to pair every time you hear the sound of a gunshot
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The 752, short ax with the blue lights on
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By society I was locked out
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Been in their system since 2002
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The street veteran must raise the sound level
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Ne no rucky, seen all know what it's about
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To all those who are treated like you don't fit them
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Dreaming in the jungle, this is the amazon
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But there are no palm trees here, just cold concrete in your stairwell
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Running like a marathon with redline zip bags, on the drift here
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Went from becknish to a hit here
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Simsalabim from nothing to my stim cash
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Gotta sting haters cheek like a bitch slap
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Circulating in the concrete where everything once started
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Who are you going to pick up?
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For this rap scene, it doesn't smell street
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Circulates in the concrete
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Who are you going to pick up?
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Where everything once started
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For this rap scene it doesn't smell street
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Damn I'm street what's that you don't understand |
Dreaming around neighborhoods where souls become possessed
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Where aina hates cockroaches, except for dead cockroaches
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Bugs like computer games and takes pictures of us as if we were walking the red carpet
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Yo, a middle finger if you want to give them something to see
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What's happening Norsborg big respect to Norra B
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And all the neighborhoods that I see are struggling with crime among them
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children who no longer hope anymore
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Of course we defy you
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Decision makers who pre-class ___ out people get out-classed
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Watered down, exposed we exhausted
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Reality is not pretty I hope you get it (Street)
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And that you realized, it went wrong has become accustomed to being picked up from
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Stenhagen to a district court
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Fuck society no longer even wants to be admitted
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And if you want to know why take a look with our lenses
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Circulates in the concrete where everything once started
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Who are you going to pick up?
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For this rap scene it doesn't smell street
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Circulates in the concrete where everything once started
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Who are you going to pick up?
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For this rap scene it doesn't smell street street street.
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Ma'fucka ja e gata, loved or hated
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Of course the people talk because I have something they lack |
Drama unfolds in our everyday life, blue lights and sirens have become
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to today's habit
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Ugh
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But we're already scarred by life as ribberi
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Trying to do something right something positive but it's hard in this one
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world when all we know e beef, shiet
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Much time has been wasted, many friends lost, soldiers moved
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Things here move fast so we duck and we practice collecting kroner from our pockets
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double up on them in the corner on Saturday
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Ye-ye
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Swear it's the same crunch every year if aina made a mistake shot the man
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in our stairwell
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It's burning but what are we going to do they never gave us anything
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Ghetto dreams stuck in our area, we're the ones you're talking about |