| Let me open my mind and relieve some tension
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| In beef I don’t leave my bredrin
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| Tryna go hard for the next ten years so when I get old I don’t need my pension
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| HMP you better free my henchmen
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| Roll true fam I need my entrance
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| Don’t like going on twitter no more
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| Depz’s name when I see my mentions
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| Fam I can’t cope with it
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| Nah, I miss them times that I smoked with him
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| Or link up and buss thru drunk with him
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| Now I’m upset and I can’t hold it in
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| It was a younger me, it was an older him
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| About a month that I ain’t been sober in
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| I don’t wanna do this music ting
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| But this music ting’s what I owe to him
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| Could quit music but it probably wouldn’t help
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| I can’t be out here feeling sorry for myself
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| Need to provide for the ones that I ride for
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| Don’t wanna watch
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| Did this ting and we did it by ourselves
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| From the road trips to the studio
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| More of those nights was chillin' in my house
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| Those times are the times that I’m thinkin' about
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| Yeah, I’m lost without you
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| And it feels like I can’t be a boss without you
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| Road to success in front of my face and it feels like I can’t run across
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| without you
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| Havin' flashbacks about that night
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| Thinkin' why couldn’t that doctor help you
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| Yeah it’s mad how things change
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| Trust me it’s insane
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| I’m thinking what life would be like if I weren’t doing music
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| I’d probably be with my boys doing something really stupid
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| A couple of my friends are behind bars, oh
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| They love you when you’re here
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| When you’re gone they ain’t concerned
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| So first things first I’m putting myself out
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| Cos nowadays nobody wants to give a handout unless you help yourself out
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| I’m standing alone, alone, alone
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| I’m standing alone, alone, alone
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| Man wanna kick a man when a man’s down but then kick it with a man when a man’s
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| up
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| Trust me when I say there’s only a few man that man trust that’s why I’m
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| standing alone
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| It’s like I’m on a cold, lonely road on my own
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| Got no-one with me
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| Yo
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| If I never done music
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| I’m tryna think where I’d be right now
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| I’d be on the road where drugs get sold
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| Watching my back when I leave my house
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| On the roads you don’t know who to trust
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| But in the music ting I’m due to buss
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| So don’t ever try get rude to us
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| What you think I’m a prick cos I spray bars?
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| My bredrins inside on a ten stretch
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| And I’m pissed cos I was on the same charge
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| So don’t talk bad if you ain’t hard
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| I’m gettin' all stressed cos Lee’s in there
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| So I’m tryna get rich when he’s in there
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| When he comes out he’s nice
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| Jesus Christ
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| I need to hold up tings and make sure everythin' will be just right
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| Yeah I’m standin' alone
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| Workin' so I won’t answer my phone yeah I’m bad to the bone
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| Thinkin' your bad cos your bredrins there but there’s no-one there when you’re
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| cryin' on your own
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| Yeah I’m standin' alone
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| Them little boys can’t stand on my throne you’re mad
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| If I get shot or stabbed up tomorrow then who’s gonna look after your dad?
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| Real talk
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| Cos I only say what I live
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| Take a seat get down with my history
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| My old man never showed me love
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| That’s the reason why he don’t mean shit to me
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| Gotta succeed with life
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| Rub it in his face all smug with victory
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| I don’t know what’s written in a book no-more
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| So the rest of my life is a mystery
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| I’m thinking what life would be like if I weren’t doing music
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| I’d probably be with my boys doing something really stupid
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| A couple of my friends are behind bars, oh
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| They love you when you’re here
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| When you’re gone they ain’t concerned
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| So first things first I’m putting myself out
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| Cos nowadays nobody wants to give a handout unless you help yourself out
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| I’m standing alone, alone, alone
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| I’m standing alone, alone, alone
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| Man wanna kick a man when a man’s down but then kick it with a man when a man’s
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| up
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| Trust me when I say there’s only a few man that man trust that’s why I’m
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| standing alone
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| Standing alone
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| It’s like I’m on a cold, lonely road on my own
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| Got no-one with me
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| Man have just got peas, weed, clothes and my phone
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| Don’t know where I’m going
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| But tonight don’t think Imma go my home
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| So much going on in my head right now can’t chill and stay in my zone
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| It’s overly cold
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| You don’t know how many times my soldiers have rolled out
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| On tracks I go for the gold so Depzman’s running this bars ting no doubt
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| You best keep your jokes on the low
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| Round here there just ain’t nothing to joke ‘bout
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| Most time I roll on my own cah most man don’t show up when it goes down
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| And fucked as it sounds that’s just how things are in my home town
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| 0121 nuff man are fake
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| That’s cool they’re the ones I don’t roll round
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| Man know me cos I flow well
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| And If you don’t like me oh well
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| Cos I ain’t goin' nowhere fast
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| And if you didn’t know that then you know now
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| But the way that I spray my bars you can tell there’s pain in my heart
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| Been goin' in hard straight from the start but they didn’t wanna rate me it’s a
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| par
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| But now they praise me and I just laugh
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| Fam it’s funny how they’re up my arse
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| Ha, yeah it’s mad how things change
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| Trust me it’s insane |