| I never been last year
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| Watch 08
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| Real talk, Imma get back to my old ways
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| Fuck that, Imma get money back both ways, cats for cocaine and tracks to rotate
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| Here’s my paper, air Jamaica
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| Now it’s like I’m relaxing on so plane
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| I worked hard for the first class, tell the captain I’m okay
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| Next up in mansion (?) Girlfriend throwin' a tantrum, knowing I’m handsome and
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| so vain
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| You can up a ransom I won’t pay, same night I be with the mandem With Rosés
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| skanky but no shame'
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| I be the type to draw shanks in the road rage
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| I’m the top boy in the grime scene, I ain’t gonna stand for a low wage
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| I want more money, I’m like jewelry I don’t want your money
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| I refuse to clean the floor honey
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| Labels are like «He's sure gully» They don’t know what’s fresh before doggy
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| Girl I don’t want to be your hubby and meet your mummy that won’t even feed
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| your tummy
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| By the end of this year, if I ain’t gone, will you know who will end my career?
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| We are unsigned hype, we are what the young minds like
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| I’m fed up with the rain, I’m looking for the sunshine lights
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| We are unsigned hype, we are what the young minds like
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| I’m fed up with the rain, I’m looking for the sunshine lights
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| I’m letting my riders know I ain’t lettin' my title go
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| I’m in the booth with the idle road, I’ll invite em' all
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| You won’t hear a recycled flows when I’m on the microphone
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| One line could help young minds evolve, I got called when gun crime was low
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| Now they blink round cus' gun crime was rose
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| I’m in the underground there’s no sunshine below
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| A lot of niggas are unsigned and broke, fun times are old
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| So let’s get serious, we need funding
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| You are lying if you say you don’t need one thing
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| Still I feel like I’m the best period I need something
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| Hope isn’t enough, road livin' is rough
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| Man go prison but still willin' to buss
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| I roll with the Rambo, pitchin', I’m so willing to cut
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| I don’t wanna spit in a club for some minimum cut
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| I rather pack boots of mix CDs, I’m a grafter
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| That’s true, I hit these streets with a bag of material
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| I’m on the road while you’re still havin' your cereal
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| In a clash I’ll eat for you
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| (Real talk, man)
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| We are unsigned hype, we are what the young minds like
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| I’m fed up with the rain, I’m looking for the sunshine lights
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| We are unsigned hype, we are what the young minds like
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| I’m fed up with the rain, I’m looking for the sunshine lights
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| Shine lights
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| If I don’t go this year
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| Watch 08
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| This year
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| What you sayin' G uh, one more year?
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| That means Lightnin’s got another two years to go or less, more or less I’m
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| about to blow, labels better start calling my phone or Imma hit the roads and
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| walk with the chrome
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| They all lane on my two chains
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| If they come down to it, like Nike Imma just do it, take a bite just like chew
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| it
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| Pay me though, niggas try to phase me though, but Imma concentrate I’m trying
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| to get Jay-Z though
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| And that’s a whole lot of work, I might half him with a whole lot of work
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| Huh huh, you say you’re the best, it’s a laugh and a joke
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| A laugh, the bars that your wrote
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| If I don’t blow next year, Imma link with the end
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| Damn right, I’ll be passing the coke
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| Check check, niggas tucking your necklace
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| On your marks get set go
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| Who wants to race me?
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| Come on, who wants to face me?
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| Done air, I’m not near then you boys should hate me
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| Apart from Devz, none of you gins can test
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| 18 years ahead, I’m so ahead of my time my pops haven’t even took my mumsy out
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| for dinner yet
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| We are unsigned hype, we are what the young minds like
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| I’m fed up with the rain, I’m looking for the sunshine lights
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| We are unsigned hype, we are what the young minds like
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| I’m fed up with the rain, I’m looking for the sunshine lights |