| I’m living life on the road side
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| I do or die for my road dawgs
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| I’m living life like I don’t mind
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| I run the roads like a go kart
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| I’m taking life to a next hype
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| These little dickheads got no heart
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| I put aside all this road hype
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| I’ma tell you how the suttem start
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| Ty came and took me off the block
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| I been firing but this time I’m throwing up the Roc
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| This is my ting, these youths ain’t touching what I got
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| No hype ting this is putting food in the pot
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| So I’m grinding if these youths abuse where I’m from
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| Fuck sirens my QC is true to his gwop
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| Street connected, been arrested
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| Four attempted murders they sure I buss the burners
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| There’s only one
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| The only one
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| They know he’s from the streets
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| Anytime I come around
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| There’s only one
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| The only one
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| They know he’s from the streets
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| Anytime I come around
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| Please don’t compare me to these rappers
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| Unless they’re from the hood and they’re a certified clapper
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| Ask anyone of my dawgs
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| They certify the matter
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| Firearms is they charge if they circling with badges
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| Man just got it like that
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| Gotta have it like that
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| Used to have a «glllaa» in the flat like its Iraq
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| Then I met Zack and he told me where the prize at
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| Then I stepped back like let me get my mind right
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| Wait wait
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| Let me get the limelight
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| Show em bout a true thug show em what my life’s like
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| Hoodie on at night time thinking bout lunch time
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| Listening to mum cry stuck up in this gun crime
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| Fresh up out the gutter we ain’t nothing like these wise guys
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| Comin from the bottom get it poppin at your nine night
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| They know it’s peak if he come through
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| Cause he’s street and the team come too |