| Yeah, yeah, uhh, yeah
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| Ellesse, ellesse, you best have the tracks if you’re tryna impress me
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| I just spent the last of me cash on me tracky instead of me lecky
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| While you was investin' in 'sace and ralph we was out gettin' messy
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| I’m not tryna look preppy
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| I wake up and sag with a sarn for me brekky
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| I had to rock Pod for a term and got pissed off cause people was mockin' em
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| I saved up for a year for them brown and green rockies and proper look boss in
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| them
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| Drownin' in compliments got too much flavour I don’t need no condiments
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| I’m not obnoxious it’s just that these spliffy jeans give me the confidence
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| Ellesse Ellesse Ellesse Ellesse Ellesse Ellesse
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| Ay you look fresh I blow me own trumpet like Dizzy Gillespie
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| Lost me self in this grey maze
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| From ellesse to helly’s and
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| To boot leg and save ways that got me way through life spendin' me days blazed
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| (Black Josh)
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| If the niggas weren’t there from the day go
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| They wouldn’t ever come to me like they know
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| I been a true G from a day old
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| Smoke my
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| Che Nine nine fives and nine fives now a man a nine fives workin' my nine five
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| they studio wanna recordin' my rhymes
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| Just a recluse yeah
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| He’s on it
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| Write shit out then share don’t sleep on it
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| Like an next man’s mattress with no sheet on it
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| We run it we won it we profit my boys made proof from it
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| Move a couple all same day
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| We on it
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| We ain’t got no nack we see profits
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| I’m ignorant the bitches can keep gossip
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| Don’t hear the need for it
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| I’m an ol' ting and I keep on it
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| Yeaaahhh
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| Ellesse Ellesse high street don’t impress me
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| I’m seein' these sisters and how they be dressin' yet this on my neck when
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| these bitches they trust me it’s cool I was sendin' them bitches to jesus
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| I been pimp since pimpin'
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| You a sissy like Pippin
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| I ain’t got no time to put aside for them sideline women cause
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| I’m about my business
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| (Both)
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| Ellesse Ellesse Ellesse Ellesse Ellesse Ellesse
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| Black Josh with Lee Scott on Blah records the label the levels we’re settin'
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| There’s other fellas but then man we enter the party they exit
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| The wicker hats making the upper class people feel timid and threatened
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