| Yo, who the leaders of the new school?
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| They’ve got me teaching old tricks to these new fools
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| Old Remington and some new jewels
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| And when the pagans pay me homage, I’m like «cool, cool»
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| Cause they respek it, halfway crooks never mek it
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| They never had a beef that I deaded
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| Live life with a death wish, smoke for breakfast
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| Riding for the same cause that Ghetts did
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| Cause I’m a rebel, selling green since a teen
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| 18 to 21, it was pebbles
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| Top of my class without a medal
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| I was training up in the mountains, you went to the meadows
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| Away in a manger
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| Said I’m the boy king, I’ll still sell an eighth to a stranger
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| Always alone, I’m a ranger
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| Said I’m comfy on my ones, the only friend I know is danger
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| I ain’t a maniac
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| But certain situations could’ve made me die
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| Made me grind, made me stack
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| Made me overthink like a braniac
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| Lost my way, made it back
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| Thoughts crossed my brain that could’ve made me mad
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| We ain’t no basic lads, no paper pad
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| Got that 90s style and 80s swag
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| My baby mother says I’m immature
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| She four years younger, what the fuck she think I’m with her for?
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| She told me get the hell out, I’m packing, I need a minute more
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| Hold on, you say you want me gone, so who you cookin' dinner for?
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| Mmm, that looks good, I’m staying
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| When I said you weren’t a good cook, I was playing
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| Come here, give me that good good, what you saying?
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| Don’t tease me, let me push my hood all the way in
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| Sometimes, I wanna argue for the make up sex
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| Need it in the morning, or I’ll spend the whole day upset
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| If I’m the man in your dreams, then you should wake up wet
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| I’m surprised not one of our neighbours really hate us yet
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| Yeah, they say the walls have ears, babe
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| There’s four walls and they all can hear, babe
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| I say the ceiling has feelings
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| It must be lean, cause the smoke’s right beneath it
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| Weed, so loud
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| I just hope these walls can keep a secret
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| Even though there’s no award for the speechless
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| I walk the walk, and ruin floors with my sneakers
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| Normal procedures, late night studio
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| Ordering pizzas, Jerome should be over the moon
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| What the fuck’s he complaining about?
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| It’s a privilege recording this G shit
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| Book an appointment with a nail technician
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| If you ungrateful motherfuckers wanna see tips
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| When I say I’m going ham
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| Fam, I don’t mean E6
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| Wear my heart on my sleeve
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| Don’t make me the weakest, it makes me the realest
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| Music’s based on emotion, believe it
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| So this beat’s getting the emotional treatment
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| I’m digging deeper than the average rapper
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| I see murders getting captured on camera, right in front of me
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| A man getting stabbed in his bladder, right in front of me
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| Youts getting badder and badder, right in front of me
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| You wanna be the man in the manor? |
| Good luck with that
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| You’ll probably get killed by the same youts that looked up to man
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| Diced in the alley when police left
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| These kids’ll leave a nigga lying in the street, dead
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| Sometimes it’s like a Western in the east end
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| Grandad said if we ain’t fighting with our fists then
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| We should be categorised as weak men
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| But, you see when everyone’s got a strap
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| Cause everyone’s got a strap and my nigga
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| Just bought another two, and I can’t tell him he don’t need them
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| Defence, nobody’s sitting on the fence
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| We ain’t getting caught in a crossfire in these ends |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 80's Swag , by - Ghetts. Song from the album Momentum 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп