| Now we’re fucking rapping for fashion
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| More infatuated with Ferraris and Astons
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| I’m not Martin, but crown me the king of just blacking
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| Out on this disc of plastic
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| But hidden in these flows is undeniable passion
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| Never worked a day in my life, all I know is rap
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| Life’s had bigger submissions but I won’t tap
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| The people’s done with the fiction, now they want fact
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| Go underground, but mind the gap
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| Trap, trap, trap, now everybody’s trapping
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| And it sounds like trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
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| 'Bout that life, but are you really 'bout it
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| When them white rocks steal your uncle
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| And they just won’t give him back?
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| Ain’t seen ever, just come out of prison
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| I just hope that he ain’t using but the truth will beg to differ
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| Life can get really, really real
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| Life can get really, really real
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| Deep, deep blues
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| Deep, deep blues
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| Deep, deep blues
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| Deep, deep blues
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| Very bad news, just found out that my bredrin’s mum’s got cancer
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| While I’m online looking at back shots of the week
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| Soph’s mum’s ill, might need an operation
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| And I’m online looking at Rolexes, it’s not that time
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| Billy lost a baby, that shit fucking pains me
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| And all I lost’s a gram, popping bottles and a day’s sleep
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| Nanan’s husband died, such is life
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| But white rum, nine night
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| Money, money, money, that’s what the yout man worship
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| It’s the devil and he’s working… hard
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| But karma is a mother, and you can’t keep dodging bullets
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| Lesson learned, suggest you take it and… run
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| Cause when you’re sitting in a cell, just had an altercation
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| And the victim’s in a coma, if he dies, we’re going jail
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| Life just got really, really real
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| Life just got so fucking real
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| Deep, deep blues
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| Deep, deep blues
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| Deep, deep blues (Life just got so fucking real)
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| Deep, deep blues
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| Alarm snoozed, I’m in a melancholic mood
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| Last night, we boozed
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| How am I spending them pinkies and got the blues?
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| When I’m not hard labouring by eating fruits
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| Why don’t I celebrate wins but hate to lose?
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| Glass half empty even though it’s rosé Krug
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| And when the shoe’s on the other foot
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| They’ll say at least they’re spanking new
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| So without a bruise, you won’t see the pain I’m going through
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| Sometimes, I feel like every day it’s Monday blues |