| Live and direct from the belly of the beast
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| Where we pour out Henny for deceased
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| Numbers don’t lie, give a penny for the guy
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| But they won’t give a penny to the streets
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| on repeat, their teens
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| Privileged kids got a semi in their jeans
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| These kids got a semi in their jeans
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| Mad to believe, this what our streets have come to
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| Warfare with nowhere to run through
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| But all this can’t still love you
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| That’s why I stay with a quick 16 on me
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| Nobody can take these 16's from me
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| Make my paper and tuck that properly
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| Pay my taxes and fuck those bobby’s
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| Trust nobody
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| I ain’t meeting no suits in lobbies
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| I ain’t smoking no zoots with donny
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| I ain’t handing out man no brollies
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| When I rain on all of these wally’s
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| Bare bodies
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| You could have a bear’s body, don’t dare cross me
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| Life of a lyricist in the times that we’re living in
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| Gotta speak mind of the biggest things
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| Shine is irrelevant, the grind is imperative
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| Gotta put pride over millions
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| Stride what the vision is, never lie to the listeners
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| No hype on the innocent
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| And when the pie is a billion, slice it and divvy it
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| That’s my life in lyrics (Everyday)
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| Pile up figures (Everyday)
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| Work so hard (Everyday)
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| We’re dying for a living (Everyday)
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| For clothes and the cars (Everyday)
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| Welcome to my city (Every weekend, yeah)
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| Say it loud
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| Word to the brother brown
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| Better know I’m black and I’m proud
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| If we’re talking 'bout P’s better know I’m mashing it down
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| Without bagging ounce
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| Rappers always thinking that the top looks better down
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| But the top looks better crowned, Kings and Queens of this shit
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| Man books reading for this
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| Good youts walk amongst evil and win
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| Man lights up a regis for him, better squeeze one from him (Brah)
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| Squeeze one again (Brah), squeeze one for Ace
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| Squeeze one for Stormin, soldiers that sing with the pen
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| Real spitters like us bleed through the ink
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| Man lack guidance
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| Man hurt my man, just now run up on my man
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| Point on dialogue, just backed out and start firing
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| The ends is wylin', the feds try silence
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| But we ain’t shucking and jiving
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| Master of ceremonies
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| If it wasn’t for the mic of the miccy’s, man would have really sold keys
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| Cah man and man know hella Tony’s
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| We only respect that man if he never told on a cody
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| The ends so sticky (Everyday)
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| On my nan’s road (Everyday)
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| They fire 4 fizzy’s (Everyday)
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| One day she opened the door (Everyday)
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| To empty shells on the floor (Everyday)
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| Welcome to my city (Every weekend, yeah)
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| Black tie (Everyday)
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| Trouser crease (Everyday)
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| Another funeral (Everyday)
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| Another rest in peace (Everyday)
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| Another judge gives out 20 (Everyday)
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| Welcome to my city (Every weekend, yeah)
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| Now the brothers moving so divided
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| We used to link up at McD’s, alie Reg?
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| Pie and ice cream
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| Convoy to Ray’s without no licence
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| I flow the nicest
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| Light up mic, they wind down, but I digress
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| Slave to my morals
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| But when you got no faith in the system, hungry today, fuck tomorrow
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| Why would you listen to bigger my AMG and not 180 G’s
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| Raise some hell, buy some YSL
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| Do for self
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| (To survive in this world)
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| (Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday)
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| (Everyday, every weekend, yeah)
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| Welcome to my city man
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| (Everyday) East side shit
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| (Everyday) The shit we go through every single day
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| (Everyday) And to the ones knee deep in it, I can’t blame you for this shit,
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| the games fucking rigged, but something’s gotta give
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| (Everyday) 'Cause something’s got to give, what the fuck happened to Newham man?
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| (Everyday) We gotta rewrite the ending to this shit
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| (Everyday) It’s too many lives now
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| (Every weekend, yeah) Too many lives now man
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| Well lets talk about it
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| Lets talk about it |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Good Youtes Walk Amongst Evil, artist - Kano. Album song Hoodies All Summer, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп