| Lord, forgive me for all sins
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| And I don’t know if I believe in God but I believe in the forces
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| Like I believe in the four seasons
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| I believe in the flossing
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| I drive Mercs past poor people
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| They look at me like they saw a king
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| And I just wanna let the morgues in
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| But we move in manors where some mandem wanna bore kin
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| Late night murders, I ain’t tryna be in mourning
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| Looking like food, them man still want to push the fork in
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| Bon appetit, my crew is ready for that
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| That’s hard-earned, you’re not supposed to take a penny of that
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| If the rules ain’t vexed then why they bending like that?
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| Man’ll send a man heaven for that
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| Blud, I ain’t being token black on TV, you’ve got Lenny for that
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| I’ll make a little less paper and I’ll left 'em with that
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| I get offers everyday, rich, I ain’t effing with that
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| So if I’m never super famous, I can sekkle for that
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| This got that layer cake vibe
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| Tumping Esco out the speaker, through Leytonstone sides
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| Where niggas get 30s and 18s
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| Where niggas go to jail every day, B
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| It’s gutter inside, outside, rah, rah, rah
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| Where too many man talk 'nuff blah blah
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| That’s just the endz though
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| That’s just the endz
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| Inside, outside, rah, rah, rah
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| Where too many man talk 'nuff blah blah
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| That’s just the endz though
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| But you know that’s just the endz
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| This is that flow you’ve been waiting for, flow they don’t make no more, init?
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| Not 140 but it’s fucking raw, init?
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| Play this on the way to the club and not in it
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| Made in the manor so it’s fucking authentic
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| Try and crush a brother’s spirit with your theories
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| Jigga said I was the best and niggas act like they didn’t hear it
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| I ain’t gassed over the cosign, I ain’t in love with the CoCo
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| I ain’t fucking with the po-po, I’m just fucking with the purists,
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| who’s realest?
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| Eight years independent, three cheers to the pen-smith
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| The game’s wide open, I’m dentist
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| Tryna find space, I’m Tetris, not tryna lose faith, cross fingers
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| Brave face, can’t see hecklers
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| Bad minds can’t change never
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| Move spot but can’t change a leopard’s
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| All sheep can’t be shepherd
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| And just when I was down the other week
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| Wretch phoned me and said without man like me, there’s no heat, that’s real
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| Inside, outside, rah, rah, rah
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| Where too many man talk 'nuff blah blah
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| That’s just the endz, mate
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| Yeah, you know that’s just the endz
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| Know what I said already, inside, outside, rah, rah, rah
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| Where too many man talk 'nuff blah blah
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| That’s just the endz
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| Yeah, you know that’s just the endz, geez
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| Heavy is the head that wears the crown though
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| I feel under pressure just to provide for the famo
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| I’m in disposition so I never tell a man «no»
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| But I didn’t «Fester Skank», remember, that’s Lethal in the Lambo
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| But when we’re on top, bruv, everybody’s coming
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| Lambo for Lee and a chauffeur for Romy
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| Villa for Jen and a villa for Dotty
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| Ray-Ray no even worry about, promise
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| Me and wifey just had beef
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| She’s tryna marry me while I’m tryna marry beats
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| Love you unconditionally even if I don’t speak it
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| First, let me duppy this scene shit
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| RIP Belangi shit
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| Play that monster boy through the speakers
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| Pour some Perignon on the floor, getting beaming
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| You’re badman on the weekend
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| I’d rather box man and don’t tweet it
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| Out, I drop man and don’t greet him
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| You hear it and believe it, I seen it
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| Man get shanked up and we ain’t leaving
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| Pour some more Ciroc, yeah, the peach shit
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| Coming like we’re numb to the feeling
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| Like one brother’s pain is another’s inconvenience
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| That’s deep shit, inside, rah, rah, rah
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| Where pillow-talking can get your clart wrapped up
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| Fish and chips open with the tartar sauce
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| Hold tight Smithy, that’s my rasclart darg
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| Where niggas don’t dance with the stars
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| Niggas drag stars out their cars
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| Make 'em spit bars for a pass
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| And this one won’t chart, that’s for certain
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| But I know that Giggs will say that I was murking
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| Mandem know they’re on the inside, outside, rah, rah, rah
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| Too many man talk 'nuff blah blah
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| That’s just the endz, though
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| Yeah, you know that’s just the endz
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| You dun know already, inside, outside, rah, rah, rah
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| Where too many man talk 'nuff blah blah
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| That’s just the endz, pal
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| You know that’s just the endz |