| First things first, you don’t live this life
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| I remember times, Christmas night, prison life
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| You ever sat down and read a letter 50 times
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| Got your mumzy stressing telling you it isn’t right
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| The first time I slapped it I was with my brothers
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| We was creeping on them n****s like undercovers
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| Fuck it, fuck it, buss it, buss it, tryna leave him blooded
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| Touch a button, babygirl come and suck it, suck it
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| I was only one six I wasn’t like no others
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| Overseas DXB runnin' through them hundreds
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| Spin back on the opp block seeing loads of runners
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| Double tap the dot-dot, loading under
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| They got to roll the numbers, if not their rollies covered
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| When it’s time to slide, look at me you see courage
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| These feds keep saying I’m not my older brothers
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| These feds keep saying I’m not my older brothers
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| Go against the grave they treat you like you strange
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| But when you getting mon' n***as love to say you changed
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| Real antisocial I don’t even wanna talk
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| My n***a roads really with the swords in the dingers
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| Told em go and get some money they just got some extra fingers
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| Talking about some rap, yeah I’m talking bout some n***as
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| I’m tryna put someone in rizzlas
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| Before I knew what a day-date was |