| Ooooh, they can never
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| When I’m grinding for my shit in the coldest weathers
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| Rain gone but the rolly wetter
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| Yeah you got a whip, but im rolling better
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| Roll with no sauce and flavours
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| Or maybe Madi in the ride
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| No bait link-ups
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| So she tryna link up
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| Tell her cash me ousside, yeah
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| They can never blame us
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| When we been about for ages
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| Now we young, rich and famous
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| Niggas wanna shame us and break us
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| How can they break us?
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| When we been about for ages
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| Now we young rich and famous
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| Niggas wanna shame us and break us
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| How could they-
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| (Look)
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| Ain’t nuttin new yo, I been on my block
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| Still can’t believe what I did in my pot
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| 20 racks, what I did on my watch
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| And before it was bricks, we did it with rocks
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| I’m young and I’m livin'
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| I’m young and I’m whippin'
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| A lot of guys rap about nothin' they livin'
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| Just dropped 3 bills to my youngen in prison
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| Cause daddy don’t care and mummy still sniffin'
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| Still I’m waving with Not3s
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| And lately they say I’m the face of the roads
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| Just bought me a Cuban and laced it with stones
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| If I feel like your hating, I’m making it known
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| Bro I told you before, I’m just chasing the dough
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| And we got different mums
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| But that’s basically bro
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| I’m just chasing the dough
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| They can never blame us
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| When we been about for ages
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| Now we young, rich and famous
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| Niggas wanna shame us and break us
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| How can they break us?
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| When we been about for ages
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| Now we young rich and famous
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| Niggas wanna shame us and break us
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| How could they?
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| '
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| ' '
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| ' L ',
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| Man I’m steppin' in Loubs', we leave blood in the street
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| My youngers do 2 and they’re clutching the heat
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| These innocent girls they be loving a g
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| Ain’t making spares when I’m cutting the key
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| , , '
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| battle me then bro will roll round that’s a tragedy
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| Man this shit can get tragic
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| I whip it with magic
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| T-Shirts from Fendi, I’m into the fabric
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| She’s into my pattern
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| I’m into the fashion
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| She’s liking my chain cause I did it in Hatton
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| They can never blame us
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| When we been about for ages
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| Now we young, rich and famous
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| Niggas wanna shame us and break us
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| How can they break us?
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| When we been about for ages
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| Now we young rich and famous
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| Niggas wanna shame us and break us
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| How could they?
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| I swear I step rough in the coldest weathers
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| And we didn’t get no help from the older breddas
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| I just bought my mum a whole load of extras
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| Cos everytime I went to jail she wrote me letters
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| Them man let Giuseppe get straight to their head
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| You don’t have to act rich bro, get straight to your bed
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| You rap about cars that you blatantly rent
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| Just whipped 36, pushed it straight into z’s
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| Yo Not3s, man they could never hate us
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| I’m in the booth with bro and the hella flavours
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| My new Cuban linkin' with the hella haters
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| That weren’t part of the deal, let me check the papers
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| And yeah you got whip but I’m rolling better
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| You say you shottin' bricks, but I know you never
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| Ask around I drop it to the older breddas
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| And your mum is gettin' shot up if you owe me cheddar
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| They can never blame us
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| When we been about for ages
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| Now we young, rich and famous
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| Niggas wanna shame us and break us
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| How can they break us?
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| When we been about for ages
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| Now we young rich and famous
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| Niggas wanna shame us and break us
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| How could they? |