| Like man was sayin', bruv
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| Many nights man prayed, bruv
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| Send man someone who’s gonna help me
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| Through this, man
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| Someone’s gonna help bring me out of this shit, you know
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| Time, just took a while for man to recognize, boy
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| Who He was gonna send
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| And, you know what, mans, I’m very proud
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| Very happy to say it’s one of my own, innit, you know
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| And, boy, but oh, none of this is easy, you know
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| Just proud to be, to be witnessing what’s goin' on, man, you know
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| Ptshh, look, I don’t know where to start
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| But I just done my first psychodrama
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| And I hope the world hears my craft
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| I’m excited, man, I pray you get to hear my craft
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| For my childhood on, mother didn’t hear me laugh
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| I’m presentin' you the future, I don’t fear my past
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| I ain’t got a tattoo anywhere near my arms
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| But best believe on my sleeve is where I wear my heart
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| Do you know how easy it is to be a sinner?
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| How many losses you need before you can be a winner?
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| Reason with a criminal that needs to eat a dinner
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| Is it survival of the fittest or is he a killer?
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| Losing Dad was big, losing you was even bigger
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| Never had a father and I needed you to be the figure
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| We’re foregettin' we had a brother that was even bigger
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| We were figures just tryna figure out who could be a figure
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| My brothers never spoke to each other when I was growin' up
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| I remember tryna build a bridge, I wasn’t old enough
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| I pray I’ll hold the game for as long you man can hold a grudge
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| Years went by
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| I know it’s fucked how I had to hold it up for Mummy on my own
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| I know it’s tough, I got the coldest blood
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| I remember when you got sentenced and I was throwin' up
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| It’s like they took a piece of my freedom when I had opened up
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| I’d just lost the only fuckin' person that I idolized for my entire life
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| I copied you down to the finest line
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| Bro, I got a flame in my mind that I’m tryna fire-fight
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| The pill I had to swallow wasn’t bitter, it was cyanide
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| I learned over time, separation issues I describe
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| Are probably the reason that I struggle feelin' anything
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| I ain’t got a vision of a marriage or a wedding ring
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| It’s world domination in music or it ain’t anything
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| I’m obsessed, focused on the objective 'til it done, yes
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| Disagree, I object
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| Used to treat my women like an object
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| Girls want a monster? |
| Come and see
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| I’m the Lough-Ness
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| Settle for a lot less
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| I just hope you’re proud of me, brother
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| It’s been a long stretch
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| You’re my hero
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| Prior to this, I was livin' on the edge like a house on a cliff
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| But now I’m livin' in the present like my house was a gift
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| I’m goin' psycho
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| This scene’s mine, bro
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| Rappers wanna dis' me
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| It’s only online, though
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| They put the mic and soft in the Microsoft
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| Not I, bro
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| Swimmin' only time I can lie, though
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| And let me be genuine
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| Anybody richer my age is American
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| Kickin' ball or inherited
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| It only makes sense I’m independent
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| Knowing everything it happened how I’m tellin' it
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| You niggas aren’t gettin' it
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| I’m comin' from the struggle, I survived and I’m still here
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| Used to bump train, that’s two ways, I don’t feel fair
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| I don’t know trust, I know a tight bond will tear
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| Like a good wig, I can’t tell you if it’s real hair
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| I’m from South London, brother, people gettin' killed here
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| You can make a mill', but you can lose it if you’re still here
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| I lost over thirty grand to family, I’m still here
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| The word don’t appeal to me, you steal from me, I’m still here
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| Bro, I wasn’t made for this
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| I don’t get a break, but I’m aware of what breakin' is
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| I wish you could take a hint as well as you can take the piss
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| I don’t even speak to our brother, man, I just pray for him
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| It’s never too late for him
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| Life is at its craziest
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| Rules started cavin' in
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| All the things I’ve seen would turn a atheist atheist
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| I didn’t get ninety-nine marks in English, I was fakin' it
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| I got ninety-eight, 'cause I don’t know what a «vacation"is
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| If you saw God, what would you say to Him?
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| If given a chance, would you have taken it?
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| If you could rewind time, what would you change in it?
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| Do you believe in what an angel is?
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| Furthermore, do you believe in what the Devil is?
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| Do you believe that I could illustrate what Streatham is |
| Then break the fourth wall and base Leslie on my relatives?
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| I’m grateful for my life, because I aimed for this
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| Every bad moment, every single fuckin' day of this
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| People lookin' at me, that’s what fame can bring
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| But to understand the stairs, you take steps, then retrace the shit
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| I told my circle the future’s ours, we’re shapin' it
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| The past is just the reason that I came to this
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| I thank God for the pain, because it made me this
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| Dunno if you remember them days, bruv
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| I see them days, one night in particular, bruv
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| I think, um, for some reason man put on a beat
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| It was us in the front room
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| Freestylin', bar for bar
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| I don’t even know how old you was these times, bruv
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| Probably about, mmm, ten, ten, nine
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| Yeah, man, when I think about it now
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| I think about the transition
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| Them days there, you had no bars
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| But let’s be real, did anyone, bruv?
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| You know what I mean, it’s called context, bruv
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| But, it was mad fun, bruv
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| But the stuff nowadays today, it’s proper, man
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| You know what I mean, man
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| I think man’s definitely blessed
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| See how the whole thing’s come together
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| Sometimes when I think it was Jekyll and Hyde, man
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| You played man, that one there
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| I was thinkin, «Yo, this one her’s a banger, bruv
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| And I remember when I heard that one
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| Live on the, on the airwaves for the first time, bruv
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| Man was pumpin' it
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| Man come to my door, he said, «Bro, man!
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| Let’s have it large, you know»
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| I was like, «Fam, that’s my brother»
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| He was like, «Yeah?»
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| And you know, on your birthday, man sent you a little card
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| And it begins: 'Jesse made seven of his sons pass before Samuel
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| But Samuel said to him, «The Lord has not chosen these»
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| So he asked Jesse, «Are these all the sons you have?»
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| «There is still the youngest,"Jesse answered
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| «But he is tending the sheep»
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| Samuel said, «Send for him
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| We will not sit down until he arrives»
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| So he sent for him and had him brought in
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| He was ruddy and of fine appearance and handsome features
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| Then the Lord said, «Rise and anoint him
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| He is the one"'
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| Bro, you know what that means
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| Say no more, man |