| These hoes, these hoes bringin' fire to my eyes, oh
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| I, I know, I know it’s killin' me inside
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| Things I’ve sacrificed for this life
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| Everybody gotta make sacrifices
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| Sometimes it ain’t as simple as black and white is
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| Especially when you got a bit of gangsteritus
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| Trap star, rap star, man are gangster writers
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| We was blendin' in rentals with cats as drivers
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| I used to stack all the twenties spend all the fivers
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| Nowadays everybody wanna go viral
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| But I got them on a needle lik a old vinyl
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| 2021, year of the entitld
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| They say the trilogy itself’s like the street bible
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| Separate to elevate, it’s been vital
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| I been a big idol, I bleed out my eyeballs
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| Different days, I’m either homicide or suicidal
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| I don’t think it my fault, it’s just the path that I walk
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| Crown court spoilt, man are armed and blaggin'
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| Stepped in the party laggin'
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| They say they’re gang but they’re hardly bangin' (Bangin')
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| I’m tryna hit him in his skull like I’m bringin' Ed Hardy back in
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| Hit the can, then my dargs will wrap him
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| Since Feltham '06, they been sayin' I been hard at rappin'
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| Kamikaze, the visit got half the pack in
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| My brudda get’s it crackin' then I’m gettin' it crackin'
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| I’m too tapped to tap in
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| Shit, still smoke in my Prada jacket
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| These hoes, these hoes bringin' fire to my eyes, oh
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| I, I know, I know it’s killin' me inside
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| Things I’ve sacrificed for this life
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| It’s weird how sometimes I miss the days
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| When I never had a spliff to blaze
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| Nanny hugged me in the courtroom and kissed my face
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| My troubled childhood I wished away
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| Another day, another risk to take
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| Crown court, lookin' six to eight
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| Now I’m in the booth daily goin' six to eight
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| I used to mix the coke, not mix the tape
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| Now this mixtape cost ten bricks of flake
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| I need freedom like air
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| You never understand until 'til you see it disappear
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| And I can’t lie I wish Muni was here
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| I’ll give it all to have him back and put one in the air
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| Man say they wanna kill me, I ain’t scared
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| I’ll double your dare, even cover your fare
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| I’m goin' out like Tony at the top of the stairs
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| Ain’t my first choice but I be in some fuckry affairs
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| Mum struggled for years, Nan suffered for years
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| That’s buckets of tears
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| Hence the fire burnin', so when it comes to these numbers I’m too assertive
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| I got my suttin' on me, crisis averted
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| Crisis averted means it’s on person
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| Not third person
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| When suspects turn victims it’s on purpose
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| I’ve done bird with long-termers, wrong turners
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| Stop starters, cop burners, we’re not learners
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| Everybody gotta make sacrifices |