| I know I got religion
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| I belong to the laws and crew
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| You see we fought and we get happy
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| That’s the way we push them through
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| Oh
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| (Have you been tried-)
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| Have you been tried in that fire?
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| I heard bullets sing higher than Mariah in choir
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| Spent a lot of time trappin', now I’m tryna retire
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| But the shit runs in my blood, and I’m the guy they require
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| And these guns bring nothin' but prison and death, still
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| All my niggas just admire the fire
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| Bro squeeze and he miss, but we admire a trier
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| Finesse king, you can never lie to a liar
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| But Fred got the fire, I fire for days
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| I gotta write them in my notes, they be ignitin' the page
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| Grindin' on cold nights, puttin' light to the flame
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| Now there’s no flame that can melt the ice in my chain, yeah
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| I really put the ice in rice for the 'caine
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| Me and Santan, you won’t see nothin' like this again
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| That’s my young boys again, on the glide with the flame
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| I just really hope your block came with fire-escapes
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| Before my entrance, I took the fire exit
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| Tried and tested, about twenty times arrested
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| Two times guilty, no comment, I guess they guessed it
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| Couple time bail, no forensics
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| This a easy pendant, I don’t need a necklace
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| We stay protected and connected
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| It’s the energies I’m blessed with
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| And now they watchin' like Netflix, had me doin' next shit
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| Tryna get rich, but what’s rich?
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| Took more losses than Boris
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| I sold more boxes than the post-office
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| Twenty-one in jail, it turned me so solid
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| Why you think my vision sick, I changed the game in my brain
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| And sold robotics
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| If you fell in my fire, you probably roast on it
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| Heat on the stove, I put hope on it
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| Cah they don’t care 'bout our lives, I put my soul on it
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| I’m done tryna be somebody to some nobodies
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| I’m bein' so honest, and they don’t know porridge
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| If I get burned while I’m watchin', higher learnin'
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| Guns bustin', tyres turnin', that’s a Russian and a German
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| That’s your phone ringin', you can hear the beep
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| You won’t be saved by the bell when you hear the screech
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| And it’s so deep, open, ocean
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| This man escapin' some shells they can barely see
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| Me and bro raisin' hell, we gon' share the heat
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| Now put us in the same cell, we gon' share the sleep
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| I’m my brothers keeper (It's deeper)
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| I’m my brothers leader (Speaker)
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| I’m the eldest
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| The one who had to make a name so the bells ring
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| So nobody would trouble my siblings in this whirlwind
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| My older cousin wasn’t known for nothin'
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| Never had no one I could call, but I was old in somethin'
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| I’m diggin' deep with tool like I’m known for plumbin'
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| Somethin' in your chest like it’s robatussin
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| Word to arsonist, I burn all this
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| I stood in front of all three dragons and heard «Dracarys»
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| And now we’re jumpin' out G-Wagons and murkin' parties
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| Man are comin' out with bangers and dirty dancin'
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| Nobody puts baby in a corner
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| I uplift my girl, like I’m Swayze in the water
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| And if it’s already written, maybe I’m the author
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| So accustomed to the fire, I get shivers when I’m naked in the sauna
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| How, many times have they mistaken me for Scorcher?
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| I’m lookin' in the mirror, sayin' «Justin, just cool, huh»
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| Send Ghetts downstairs and tell them «Just bring me water»
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| And tell Ghetts I put somethin' in the formula
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| I’m focused, I don’t need to burn the kush
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| This is Moses speakin' to the burnin' bush
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| I stood in front of the fire and learned to cook
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| Finished my verse and never heard a hook
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| Riskiest numbers, this jungle, stick through your youngers
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| He’s hungry, picked off the fungus
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| Kept humble, slipped him a hundred
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| Yeah, lived in a dungeon
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| Those AirMax, which nigga stung them?
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| Can’t walk in my shoes, you could be riskin' a bunion
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| The government’s twisted
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| I cover this shift to cover this Christmas
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| Forget them old friends, I’m done with those bitches
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| They color coded my brothers and sisters
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| Run the rhythm, you’re a brother, but you run the rhythm
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| Try accusin' me of colorism
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| Blinded 'cause you look at me with tunnel vision
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| I was fallin', but I’ve gone and risen
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| Is this nigga trusty or Sideshow Bob when he’s creepin' on Krusty?
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| Streets keep me tusslin', people disgust me |
| Racist disease, that shit that disgust me
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| Don’t touch me on the streets with the sweeper
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| 'Cause the streets pretty dusty
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| And I’ve always had love for genuine people that bust me
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| Santan and the gang advicer, I’ma check him out, I’m a analyzer
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| She was callin' me an antagonizer
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| Let me sanitize, where’s the sanitizer? |
| (Jheeze)
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| Just flutter by, he said «Giggs can you handle this?»
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| He said «Float like a butterfly»
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| I bring truths, but they love a lie
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| Plans, I’m the man you should run 'em by
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| In the fire, been tried
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| Affected the way I been wired inside
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| You can hide or glide
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| I could’ve been deported
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| That’s the definition of a «Fight or flight»
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| You can type all you like
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| I know about homeless
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| Immigration, they took me from my mums arms
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| Fuck a gun charge, two swords, I’m a Ronin
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| Błaszczykowski, I’m tryna score with the Polish
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| Pain in my eyes, plans of me stayin' in the guide
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| With a vision that will changin' my life
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| Crimes on the rise, hates on the rise
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| Feel like everythin' but my mum’s pay’s on the rise
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| «Did you come through?» |
| that’s the question
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| Affording a burner was never mans problem
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| Adoption, we couldn’t find homes for the weapons
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| By the station, we got polls, no election
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| In the fire, been tested
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| Before I had money, it was time I invested
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| Nothin' change, still time I invest in
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| Watch-game delicate, Tutankhamun, it’s money in skeletons
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| All I gotta do is point, they’re gonna sever his head
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| And tell **** that we’re better as friends
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| Nights that I can’t remember with some people I could never forget
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| Caza Cruz, you could bet a Nusr-et
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| Don’t make me call a young gunner in the back of a ped
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| Slappin' a lead, civilians grappin' your friends
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| There’s chaos on the main road
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| They called choppers and PEDs
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| All because of some shit that you said
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| I got killers with me (Killers with me)
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| And they love me, they make a mans heart stop
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| The shit you find horrifyin' gets laughed off
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| I’m like Meekz, bro, I won’t stop, can’t stop
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| Yeah, it’s kinda different when the fire’s what you start from
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| In the fire (Yeah)
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| Have you been tried in the fire? |
| Oh (Yeah)
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| Have you been?
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| Do your research to travel
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| Don’t see, don’t really see the corners of the world that ain’t really interest
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| you
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| And then, ehm, you know, 'cause then you meet new people
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| And then those people will tell you new stories
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| Then you become a voice for the voiceless
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| I mean, you should ask Daniel, really, where he goes to find himself
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| 'Cause I don’t know anything, I’m just speculatin'
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| More importantly for you and your family
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| You then get to ask the questions and answer the questions
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| About where you were made
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| Like «Where you come from, Where you’re goin, London, Lagos, LA»
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| The journey is the film |