| Yeah
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| FT
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| Know what it is
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| I don’t take no violation
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| Not even the slightest
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| I clap down heroes and take out sidekicks
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| If you try come for the onions I flip
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| Quick draw out of the Nike zip
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| Won’t fall back and let a man hype it
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| Metal run up in a man’s head like psychic
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| I ain’t tryna give man a fly kick
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| But I’m tryna give man a sky lift
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| Post up hours on ends on the night shift
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| Don’t spend bags on swag that I spit
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| Aim two with the something that’s in my grip
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| So much money’s been made from my chip
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| The grind’s been righteous
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| Won’t stop till forensics close my lip
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| Real talk from my lips
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| Every new tune with my name on
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| I’ve got 'em listening like «what's ACE on?»
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| Tell a boy catch up and stay strong
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| Cause I done man quick, fam, it ain’t long
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| Every new tune with my name on
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| I’ve got 'em listening like «what's ACE on?»
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| Tell a boy catch up and stay strong
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| Born in Pecknam, raised in Lewisham
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| They’re fake gangsters, I can see through them
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| Say they’ve got guns, but when it’s beef
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| They never go get them and shoot them
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| Blud, it’s all lies, it ain’t amusing
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| On roads you had no contribution
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| You’re just footless, washed and useless
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| You’re an imposter, you don’t do this
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| Putting in work, yeah, that’s me
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| I’m up early something like rooster
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| Game over, man are eight ball shooter
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| You can hype up behind your computer
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| Cause I’ll put a swift end to your future
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| Disconnect your wireless router
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| I’ll be slinging out shells like Koopa
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| Cave in your big fat hooter, certified home intruder
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| Every new tune with my name on
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| I’ve got 'em listening like «what's ACE on?»
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| Tell a boy catch up and stay strong
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| Cause I done man quick, fam, it ain’t long
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| Every new tune with my name on
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| I’ve got 'em listening like «what's ACE on?»
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| Tell a boy catch up and stay strong
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| Every new tune with my name on
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| I’ve got 'em listening like «what's ACE on?»
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| Tell a boy catch up and stay strong
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| Cause I done man quick, fam, it ain’t long
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| Hit him up, he won’t know where it came from
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| In a few years, then I’ll put Kane on
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| Five-O wanna put bare strain on
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| The grind I survive and maintain on
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| Trap all day cause I wanna get my cake on
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| Beef situations I don’t debate on
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| New mixtape with a bag of big bass on
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| And tales from the hood that us man came from
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| Tales from the hood that us man came from
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| Man are still here, Lewisham, South London
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| Pagan feds tried hit me with the truncheon
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| Fuck them
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| Every new tune with my name on
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| I’ve got 'em listening like «what's ACE on?»
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| Tell a boy catch up and stay strong
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| Cause I done man quick, fam, it ain’t long
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| Every new tune with my name on
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| I’ve got 'em listening like «what's ACE on?»
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| Tell a boy catch up and stay strong |