| I came from it, I really came from it
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| Stonebridge, North-West 10, Google the name on it
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| I was playing with straps when you was playing Sonic
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| I was running through the flats when you was reading comics
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| I wasn’t tryna be the man, I was really on it
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| As quiet as they come so no one even noticed
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| I always had my gun, I never needed olders
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| From Stonebridge to, the streets are breeding cobras
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| I seen a snake take shape and then call me homie
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| I’ve seen a mate kill a mate like he didn’t know him
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| I’ve seen Tiny bun food, I see Spider told him
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| I see the snipers on the roof when they came to hold him
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| I’ve seen the riders in the coupe with the windows open
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| I’ve seen them fire then shoot 'till the ting unloaded
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| I almost died a couple times, I guess I must be chosen
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| I gave them Fire in the Booth and I left it smoking
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| I boomed off the door and I left it open
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| Maybe 'cause I’m white is why they didn’t note it
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| Maybe when I die they’ll tell you who the G.O.A.T is
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| You’re crazy in your mind if I ain’t been the coldest
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| But lately I’ve been tryna grind and get my dough in
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| Fuck waiting, now the time to go, seize the moment
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| I’m taking what’s mine, fuck if you condone it
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| And fuck these haters online that don’t know where the road is
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| I’m the type of guy that don’t know where my home is
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| You’re the type of guy we give the weed to roll it
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| Never in your life have you been a trojan
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| Forever telling lies 'cause you’ve been a rodent
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| And you’re never gonna slide 'cause you’re never holding
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| You know me and mine are forever rolling
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| You know true or lie, I ain’t never spoken
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| And when it’s do or die, I ain’t never frozen
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| I ain’t never letting go, I ain’t never folding
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| An eye for an eye is a steady motion
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| The devil’s tryna get me, tryna catch me coasting
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| Put this pedal to the metal any way I’m going
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| Baguettes in the kettle look like water flowing
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| The Rolex wet, it got all the stones in
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| My dome been stressed but I’m sorta coping
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| Thinking about Smalls has got me more than broken
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| I’m thinking about more, I need all my focus
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| Tryna juggle love, tryna juggle road shit
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| Tryna level up, tryna get this dough quick
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| Remember being broke, remember being homeless
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| Remember being stuck, remember being Stonebridge
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| I’m mentally fucked, remember seeing cold shit
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| I’ve mentally stuck looking at this chrome fifth
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| I’m meant to be loved but I don’t even know it
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| But when I’m in cuffs I’ll never know shit
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| When you’re in cuffs you won’t ever don’t snitch
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| Got me on remand for taking my own shit
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| Doing circles round the yard like a fucking goldfish
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| I’m certi' in the yard, they all know who Koke is
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| He said he’s my darg, I don’t know who bro is
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| He said he’s with bro, I don’t know he bro with
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| Looking at his cloth, I can see he don’t fit
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| Talking like he shots, ain’t never seen a whole brick
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| Talking 'bout the opps, ain’t never been on no trips
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| Talking like a boss and he ain’t got no soldiers
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| I’m certi' where I’m from and anywhere I’m posted
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| Up early in the morning like I’ve gotta go get
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| Turning every corner, holding every moment
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| 'Cause any day can be your last, you just never know when
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| So I’m rolling with this darg, I ain’t taking no check |