| Powerplay
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| Dust these suckers off
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| Beggar fam all day
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| Keep it fuckin' raw
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| Got that gully sheeit
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| Plus we at the top
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| Keep it dutty fam
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| And we don’t ever stop
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| We ain’t down for the chat
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| We on a PS ting pounds in da bag
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| Goons in a whip inna beef round back
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| Man are on a feed me ting allow dat
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| Nik’s on the beats and that shit sounds bad
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| We don’t give a fuck if the steez sound mad
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| More time the beans wanna eat down pav
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| On they knees tryin’a suck a one seed from my sack
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| Mana or a speed ting never out slack
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| Never been a leave me outta dat chap
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| Fam it’s never been about that
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| And if it’s dat then meet me out back
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| You don’t wanna see me reach for the bat
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| Anybody beggin it get treat like a tramp
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| Bredders there bringin bare heat to the camp
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| But they about to get cleaned out bam
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| Soldier alone, cold to the bone
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| All up in the warzone holding my own
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| Flow with a raw tone go for the throne
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| Black Ops sniper with a scope on your dome
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| Kissed ‘em good by now he’s flown from the home
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| But won’t be a name in bold on a stone
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| No knowing when I’m coming back but I’m going
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| Rap juggernaut you got no hopes of slowing
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| Breezy on beats, got heat for the streets
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| Replays off deejays, we blaze for weeks
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| Keeping hating FB’s I’ma keep making P’s
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| Keep lacing sheets, any beat slain with ease
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| I hold magazines, load phrases in these
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| Stare down a biro, aim and I squeeze (hurrgh)
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| You breddars can’t fuck with the G’s
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| You get owned in a clash now you’re over, deceased |