| Nice watch
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| More than the car’s worth
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| What are you, a rapper?
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| Suttin' like that
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| (Rah, it’s BKay, unah)
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| (Pipe it up, PJ)
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| Yo, yo
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| I don’t know what it is, but this one’s different
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| I can’t lie, she just does something to me (I don’t know)
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| I swear them cells were hundred degrees
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| Now I’m road, babe said, «You coming for me»
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| No love left, my heart’s running on E
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| This relationship might be trouble for me
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| She’s rubbing my hair while I’m falling asleep
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| I don’t wanna go out, I’m stuck in the streets
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| Ain’t left my pad for 48 hours
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| I dunno why these screws ain’t letting me out
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| All I’m thinking 'bout is you
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| And that when I touch I’ll be sttling down (True)
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| She said, «I know it’s the thought that counts
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| But, bab, when you’re out you’re never about» (I'm trapping)
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| I know it don’t make sense
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| But I’m only doing wrong to better myself (Real talk)
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| All them times on the blue phone, it done that beep
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| I know your heart would sink
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| Only got half a bar on the tizz
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| I’m pissed off that this rarj don’t fit (Stress)
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| I never tell you my release date
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| I just turn up like, «Hello! |
| Surprise!» |
| (I'm home)
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| Ay, baby girl, don’t cry
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| All that water’s gonna ruin your eyes
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| I was 12 years old in the flats with my knife
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| I weren’t even trapping, just tryna survive (Bow!)
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| Nothing ain’t dead, but I try
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| I owe that to all my niggas that’s died (Woosh)
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| Girl, where you wanna go? |
| We can fly
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| As long as I got a soldier on my line
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| The way you look back when I hit it from behind
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| One hand on your neck, one hand on your spine
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| VO’s on the weekend
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| You fill up the table, crisps and sweets
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| Them man that said that they had me
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| I ain’t even heard from them niggas in weeks (Pussies)
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| Or matter of fact, my whole bird
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| They ain’t even wrote or sent no P’s
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| It’s crazy because I do a lot of shit for niggas
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| Inside and out them streets
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| You know how it goes when you first get bagged
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| Everyone’s upset and putting up throwbacks
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| These times I can’t sleep at night
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| But you ain’t checked in, so you wouldn’t even know that
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| This little slag off the ends had the cheek to write me
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| And say she want some closure
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| More time I wanna go off the rails
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| But I just kick back and hold composure
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| Green sheets and orange blankets
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| Why you think my back’s filled up with marks
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| But it’s the trauma I see with my eyes
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| Anything physical I can heal them scars
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| I got bagged in this hot Range Rover
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| The judge try say I was stealing cars
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| He thinks he’s got it all figured
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| But really he don’t even know the half
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| You’re probably wondering why I ain’t called
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| I’m just going through shit that I can’t explain
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| I’m with a battle with my mind every day
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| Where I feel caged in and I can’t escape (Okay)
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| Where I’m from you gotta have the coldest heart
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| To survive in the warmest place
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| But right now I got you and that’s all I need
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| So I can’t complain
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| You ever been ghost on a visit
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| Paranoid thinking that everyone’s laughing
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| On the way back to the wing to banged up
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| Pissed cah I was just braffin
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| First couple days no canteen
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| Default meals from servery, starving (Stress)
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| Night staff tryna creep 'round
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| Signal detectors can hear them marching (Dickheads)
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| I ain’t ever been good at phone sex
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| Dunno what to say, I just wanna fuck
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| I got all your pics on my wall
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| My pad-mate laughs and says I’m in love
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| Do I sound less of a man
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| If I say that sometimes I say I just want a hug
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| Sometimes I take you for granted
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| Having you at home when I’m trapped in the jug
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| Ahh shit your pussy so good
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| I get mad at niggas that you spoke to before me
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| I know it ain’t just lust 'cause we can still chill
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| Even when I ain’t horny
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| Makes me laugh when I see girls in my DMs
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| Twelve months ago they woulda ignored me
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| But no one can’t take your place
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| I was flat on my face, you was right there, shorty
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| I told you I’ma show you the world
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| You always respond, «That's the jail brain talking»
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| I can’t cap, my life’s too real
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| I gotta go sleep with my sim in my foreskin
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| Flashbacks to when I had your legs shaking
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| Now you got a temporary limp when you’re walking
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| Or the real intense late sessions
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| When I had you on the floor all crawling
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| I don’t know what it is, but this one’s different
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| I can’t lie, she just does something to me
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| I swear them cells were hundred degrees
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| Now I’m road, babe said, «You coming for me» (Rah, it’s BKay, unah)
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| No love left, my heart’s running on E
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| This relationship might be trouble for me
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| Rubbing my hair while I’m falling asleep
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| I don’t wanna go out, I’m stuck in the streets |