| I come through on a sick hype
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| Come through, black Yamaha R6 bike
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| Can’t come around and take this mic
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| I’ve got a sick vibe
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| When I come through dripping in swag, all rich like
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| Black on black on black like midnight
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| I did wrong but less than I did right
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| R6 man, big man ride big bike
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| I don’t wanna see man acting fly
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| I see through all that stuff with my eye
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| Man act fly but I don’t know why
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| Not me, I am the actual guy
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| I’m fly but keep my feet on the ground
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| I know how much pence in a pound
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| I just wanna mash up the game and bounce
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| So I’ve gotta make sure these hours count
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| Man had one, two drinks, wanna scuff
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| One or two drinks makes anyone rough
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| Why can’t you drink one or two drinks
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| And then say to me «yo fam, bare love»?
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| Man had one, two drinks, wanna scuff
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| One or two drinks makes anyone rough
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| Just drink your one or two drinks
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| And then say to me «yo Dan, bare love»
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| I came in the game, no 1, 2, step
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| I’m a big man in the team that I rep
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| See a few man wanna do my job
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| But ain’t done no research or prep
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| I spray grime, don’t think that I rap
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| Out on road, bare tunes on the Mac
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| All of my songs make people clap
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| I don’t wanna see no goons with a MAC
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| All of the hype talk’s wack
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| Why would you talk bare smack?
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| I came out to a party
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| If you’re a soldier, go to Iraq
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| Man had one, two drinks, wanna fight
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| Why would a man wanna mess up my night?
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| If it’s not me, it’s the man that I came with
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| You can’t fight him cause me and him’s tight
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| Listen to this, get onto your bike
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| I wanna dance to a tune that I like
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| Don’t wanna be dark, fam that’s dead
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| I’m a man of God, I walk in the light
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| I wanna drink brandy and Sprite
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| That MC was tearing mic
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| This is what my life was made for
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| Mind my drink, I’m wearing white
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| I was never gone but I’m back with a bang
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| I’m out here and I’ve gotta go H•A•M
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| This is the life I was made for
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| Don dadda adi it’s Dan, boom bam
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| I wanna make music, I’ve gotta make dough
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| All of the Roll Deep dons I know
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| Can’t tell me anything about Bloodline
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| Everyone’s family, Boy Better Know |