| No way out
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| No way out
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| No way out
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| No way out, no way out
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| Yo, I separate friends from foes,
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| Ready for whatever when the green light go
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| East side don with a few postcodes
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| But none of that don’t mean shit when I step out
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| My boot dem are real comfy
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| But I’ve still gotta step out of my comfort zone
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| Nightmares, I never had a yellow brick road
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| Had things to achieve and food to bring home
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| Dem time I had to walk it alone
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| Couldn’t do it with talking alone
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| Face every one of my demons one up
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| Sleepless nights, bring hell to your gates
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| Surrounded by enemies, friends, fakes
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| Local celebrities tryna save face
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| Dem man are dead out, no one’s safe
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| Only a chosen few can set pace
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| Only a chosen few can set pace
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| Guilty and still buss case
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| Shaky escape from a fucked up situation
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| Makes me give thanks to my days
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| When I separate murder from fate
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| Fresh set of keys for the 09 gate
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| That’s another step closer, one step away
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| I just gotta do it my way
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| (Another step closer, one step away)
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| (Another step closer, one step away)
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| No way out
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| Separate
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| You need to go
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| Hesitate
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| You fall below
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| (No way out) So lay it down
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| (No way out) Lay it down
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| (No way out) Separate
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| (No way out) Your time to go
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| So are you ready, now?
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| When are you ready?
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| So are you ready, now?
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| When are you ready?
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| So are you ready, now?
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| When are you ready?
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| So are you ready, now?
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| When are you ready?
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| Listen, but now I’m at the crossroads
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| Highway to heaven or the hellway
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| Where I’m going, I’m going, I won’t need roads
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| I’ve never been a lightweight
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| Roll up one up and I never had a big bro
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| Man a leader and they will do what I say
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| Make sure everyting’s clear on the runway
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| See you on the other side some day
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| Bet they’re gonna wish they never met me
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| Hungry, yeah, my belly’s empty
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| Anxious when time’s against man
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| I’ve got plans and a lot of them are deadly
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| I’m not sure if it’s me or my ego
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| But one of us are not very friendly
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| Let’s separate the men from the heroes
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| You’ll see that none of us are wealthy
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| You’ll see that none of us are wealthy
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| Tower Hamlets ain’t nothing like Chelsea
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| This mindstate’s never been healthy
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| I’ve gotta break it, nobody can’t help me
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| But try know I’ve got a family of madman
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| That are willing to die, so don’t tempt me
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| So when it’s judgement time, you’ve gotta stand up
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| There’s nowhere to hide so you can’t run again
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| There’s nowhere to hide
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| You can’t run again
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| There’s nowhere to hide
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| You can’t run again
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| There’s nowhere to hide
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| You can’t run again
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| There’s nowhere to hide
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| (No way out)
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| Separate
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| Separate
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| (No way out) So lay it down
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| (No way out) Lay it down
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| (No way out) Separate
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| (No way out) |