| I Gotta Free Da Mind
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| MKThePlug
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| This shit’s ments
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| More time man step with the cheffs
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| But if we ever grab skeng in a dinger
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| And keep takin' 'em shots like binges
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| That’s a bell to your name like Stringer (Stringer)
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| Anytime that we step and it ain’t a cut tru', man linger (Man linger)
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| Really tryna leave man injured
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| Don’t slip with your bae when you’re wonderin' lands like Winter
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| I roll with shanks 'cah we set it
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| Man know he ain’t a stopper and thinker
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| I roll with V 'cah he realer than Cinder
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| Roll my nank through guys big figured
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| How many times have they talked on the net
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| And got me triggered?
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| Man just shake down blocks when they talkin' different
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| I know they must hate A9 and Mazza
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| That block’s bait
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| How many times have we ridden on camera?
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| Sometimes I feel like we’re doin' too much
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| Like Drake and Sampha
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| It’s a green light for them boys that were sittin' on the fence
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| 'Cah they can’t stay amber
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| And if you get seen when we’re rollin' on them
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| You’re gettin' touched same way, it don’t matter
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| How many times have we stepped there patterned? |
| (Patterned)
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| I still made it back to the block after that car crashin'
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| And how many times have we stepped on that strip?
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| The 9 gang got bad habits
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| Numerous times violated them pricks
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| 'Round up the guys, step 'round on badness
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| (Numerous times violated them pricks
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| 'Round up the guys, step 'round on badness)
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| I’m my own man, still gang
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| That’s with or without the bros dem
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| About 9 beat your arse on the ride
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| Before claimin' that involvement
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| How many times have I stepped in shores tryna get man bored?
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| Or we risk spottin' tryna get watch poppin'
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| Like Arsenal, my gunners get you robbed like Holding
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| I was told by Shegz
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| «If we step with nanks then we ain’t gettin' legs like tag»
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| What you know 'bout squirts on the mains?
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| Now his arms over his face like a dab
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| I remember that day with Maz
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| He lacked, put his hands to his waist and spazzed
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| That boy ran before seein' a thing
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| It weren’t nuttin' but a good old blag
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| Whenever I’m feelin' chingy
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| I get right there, they ain’t pullin' me back
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| I remember that day, got a thing off a travellers
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| We put that spins in a cab
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| Them man are not bad (Them man are not bad)
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| They just do dumb things in bunches
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| But on one, soft like sponges
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| There’s a fraudulent side to the 9
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| I got my 9, am I talkin' a Kojo Funds ting?
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| What you know 'bout dark and the light?
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| That’s hard food, ain’t yam or no dumplin' (Ain't yam or no dumplin')
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| What you know 'bout parkin' the side?
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| 'Cah it’s a leg' ride and we’re tryna do plungin'
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| But there’s times every now and again
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| Jump out on a opp on sight like fuck it (Fuck it)
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| In numerous events, they couldn’t defend
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| We had to leave a pool like Sturridge (Sturridge)
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| My niggas just do it in public
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| Broad daylight, get them car doors bussin'
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| How many times have we gone, no fussin'?
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| Stepped on blocks, we ain’t cussin'
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| Backed them things and cut them
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| (Stepped on blocks, we ain’t cussin'
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| Backed them things and cut them)
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| Anyhow that we make that trip
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| We run man down and they run for cover
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| Just got a court off a pic like Tumblr
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| Too high, let it burn like Usher
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| Anytime that we drillin'
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| It ain’t for a friend, it’s a brother
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| I do this for the guys jail livin'
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| Ain’t seen road 'til they rid that number
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| 9 gang love get busy
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| How many times have I cheeksed my flicky?
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| Firm that stop
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| Hope it don’t drop whilst gettin' search by piggies (By piggies)
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| On a move or on the lot like Pixie
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| Ain’t worth the job if it’s small like Biggie
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| Other side lurkin', I ain’t too picky
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| Catch you with them and its smoke like chimneys (Like chimneys)
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| Man done a lurky once, didn’t see a thing
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| Step back around in a hour, heard they got guns
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| Lookin' at my bro, did he just let it ring?
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| It ain’t real, 'cah surely it would’ve been louder (Louder)
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| How many times we try pull up with stealth?
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| They clock man, then we turn bad boys cowards
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| I’m lookin' at my opp like stop man
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| I’m tryna leave a pool like a Scouser
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| I feel to slow things down
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| Just get these pounds but man wanna draw me out
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| You ain’t never stepped tryna leave man slouched
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| Overreact, don’t attack with mouths
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| Ain’t gotta do much, suttin’s gotta get touched
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| We take it so far, no couch
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| Attempts to secure that bag over here
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| And more time I don’t mind how (Don't mind how) |