| I got a name, to a day to call it
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| I make a boy find out where the morgue is
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| They say grime won’t get man a mortgage
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| That’s because you cunts don’t support it
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| I believe in the scene so much
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| Every one of my .16s that go buss
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| And every one of my team is so hot
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| The old scene’s coming at me but hold on
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| I’m going to the mountain and when I come back
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| I be ten times better, backpack on my back
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| Like I’m going on an outing
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| I ain’t going on an outing, I’m going to the mountain
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| I go into the mountain again
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| I’ma come back spraying like a fountain again
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| It won’t be long before they’re doubting again
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| Okay, I’ma release an album again
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| I’ll let man smile for a while
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| But just know when I’m back from the mountains
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| I’ll make sure they’re frowning again
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| Homeless, looking for housing again
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| Little man said that he’s on Cloud 9
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| Reality check, let me ground him again
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| And William’s like Peter but jelly
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| So I don’t really wanna be around him again
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| Some of these MCs are alright now
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| But I can’t take anything thousand and ten
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| My don’t beat, then I’m like
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| Bodies that are found in the Thames
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| I’m putting in a thousand percent
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| I got a name, to a day to call it
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| I make a boy find out where the morgue is
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| They say grime won’t get man a mortgage
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| That’s because you cunts don’t support it
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| I believe in the scene so much
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| Every one of my .16s that go buss
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| And every one of my team is so hot
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| The old scene’s coming at me but hold on
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| Hold up, hold up
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| The old scene’s coming at me but hold on
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| I ain’t mastered the craft yet
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| But the more time when I’m out in the the basket
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| In two weeks, the key
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| The Movement’s supreme
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| See me with and a large cheque
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| I’ll do grime till I take my last breath
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| MCs, they’re my bars like gun steps
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| You can’t pass skets, you artist, I’m
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| I be the last grime star in the fetch
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| When the rest sees flowing
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| I keep going, come and see for yourself
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| But it’s not a free show
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| And MCs cost it
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| Knowing that my team’s growing
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| We’re underground but we’re growing above
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| And you’ll get a call when the lord needs mowing
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| You better believe, g’s flowing it hot
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| My lyrics stem, come like a deep
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| , your whole team ain’t flowing enough
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| I got a name, to a day to call it
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| I make a boy find out where the morgue is
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| They say grime won’t get man a mortgage
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| That’s because you cunts don’t support it
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| I believe in the scene so much
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| Every one of my .16s that go buss
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| And every one of my team is so hot
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| The old scene’s coming at me but hold on
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| Hold up, hold up
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| The old scene’s coming at me but hold on
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| The grime Shaolin flap from the mountain
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| I be the reason the tiger bring in
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| One round in a, ready to pound in
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| I can be found, underground
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| I’m crowned king
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| They can’t clown 'em as long as I’m alive
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| I be a pool knife, I’m on an outing
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| Skepta ain’t got nothing extra, let me scout him
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| But Junior ain’t meant to be ruler
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| It’s not a rumour
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| I wouldn’t stop if my brain had a tumor
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| See me in the stu’s with a big bag of Buddha
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| So much songs on the archive, I fucked up the hard drive
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| They can never say that I am a loser
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| I’m a W-I double N-E-R
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| It won’t take much to bury ya
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| Don’t let me start
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| In every one of my bars, I murk any star
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| I got a name, to a day to call it
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| I make a boy find out where the morgue is
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| They say grime won’t get man a mortgage
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| That’s because you cunts don’t support it
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| I believe in the scene so much
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| Every one of my .16s that go buss
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| And every one of my team is so hot
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| The old scene’s coming at me but hold on
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| I’m going to the mountain and when I come back
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| I be ten times better, backpack on my back
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| Like I’m going on an outing
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| I ain’t going on an outing, I’m going to the mountain
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| Yo
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| Top 3, man, I gotta be outta here, break
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| Yeah, I still speak, not deep
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| Not six feet deep
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| Some pull the skirts for me
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| I get put into the charge
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| I’m back to being free, so
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| You better have wrote this up in your life
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| A forum, a demo, they can’t do what I does
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| And I can’t hear when this can show
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| Back more but I’ve been chilling with the license
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| The flow’s hot, it’s a lot, stop
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| Don’t deny, my level’s high
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| I’m on a rainy bike
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| I ain’t gotta, I’ll alive |
| I’ll take you back to 95
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| If you like to fight, it’s nice
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| You work with the spies
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| I’m taking the mic on the phone
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| Like Mike in the zone
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| I’ll take your free throw
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| Jump on the beat, until I get out
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| Be in your toes on the favour of-
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| Oh, you dun already know
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| I ain’t gotta talk greeze or respect on the road
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| I’m a road guy, ain’t gotta hold nine
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| Or confine at home like
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| I get money
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| But let me knock you straight
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| I’m a threat, even though I’m away
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| What more can I say?
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| I’m God’s gift nation
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| You man bit off the top for the trade
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| I’m at the top of the
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| You’re in the back of the side
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| I’m fading the shape-up
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| Sprays, no make up
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| No homo, that’s to let them know-know
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| Wearing, I’m wearing
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| I’m on another way fam
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| Check out my area
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| I gotta let them know that I got the better flow
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| Then I’ll get to let us known
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| No more if you need to know
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| Because you know when it
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| It was all part of a scandal, though
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| I was in the, killing some more ankles
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| Man wants to keep money from the angles
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| But real recognise real
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| So, nothing I couldn’t handle
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| I stop writing for the, part of the year
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| Got back to me, define my progress
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| Still mangled
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| Mind you that this all could’ve been cancelled
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| So, I don’t wanna hear no cheap shots
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| I’m badder than likkle damn squads
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| Still promote levels, too
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| What you saying, Will?
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| I’m that guy, fresh Nikes
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| Soaking mics, setting off the
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| I’m in The Movement with chief
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| They’re the see me appear on full coming out of
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| They still stop me saying
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| No wifey to mix twenty tunes
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| But twenty four, five, seven, eight and counting
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| Fuck Eskimo, switch, I’m outing
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| The money
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| What the fuck 03 man thought he was grub
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| I’m in here but I might supply drugs
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| Everyday at to your residence, buss
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| You man just want that, I’m gone
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| Clashing for no reason, I’m
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| If you’re a king, you’re still thieving
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| It’s like I know this ting with no meaning
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| Don’t wanna me, I’m street
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| Man, I got heat
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| And if you need guns, see me
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| I’m still breathing, I ain’t never leaving what-
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| I’m like Wayne, when I flow, when I lost the plot
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| I don’t need feature
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| I’ll bruck up the
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| And I’m a leader you ain’t even are from there but I’ll leave ya
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| Taking you account, hanging about
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| But I’ll teach ya
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| Why am I teacher?
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| Out but I was deep up
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| Sooner, the ends raw like I’m two feet up
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| Worldwide fever
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| I can afford to, it’s, star
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| Got the name, called and ringed,
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| You’re a little boy, I got up and treading
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| And I sent through a younger like
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| To light up your bumba
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| Well, yo
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| Boy Better Know ain’t gotta nothing
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| Weren’t able to above it
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| Split the guy with the out of the track, clean, brothers
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| And never the fact was saying
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| nothing alike
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| And I remember, it’s shit
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| He’s pissed because I know what he’s loving back
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| It ain’t my fault, I signed a
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| I like smell, I pipe
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| Put the gyal dem, one in the lights like
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| But I don’t even need stripes
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| You get what I’m saying?
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| You know what I’m saying, though? |
| (I hear what)
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| So let me- you know what I wanna do?
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| I just wanna quickly shout out couple of the fan and that
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| A fan that stopped by and know the situation, supporting, innit
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| Like I’m gonna be out soon, set the record straight (That's right)
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| Gotta do straight and all that but right now (Movement)
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| My nigga’s mixtape, Freedom of Speech
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| I ain’t free right now but I can speak all day long
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| End of the lime road, it’s just playing in the beach, you get what I’m saying?
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| (Brap, brap)
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| One, one, one, one (Yeah), one, one up, you’re a flyboy (Ah) |