| Yeah
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| These streets man, they’re claiming
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| They’re claiming a lot of victims
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| But you know, just have to keep your head up and keep moving innit
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| Remember the rules and regulations out here
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| There’s rules and regulations
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| Shh (move on your toes)
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| When the smoke clears and the war’s done
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| And we get back to business and have fun
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| And we look at the shape of things in sums
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| What is this a re-run? |
| Got me thinking how come
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| I can’t take time, I need things now
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| Back on the road with some penpals
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| Dig deep if the trouble comes
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| Head high 'cause I never run
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| Stand strong if you are the one
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| Locked down in the system
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| Court case pending and we missed them
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| Asking why’d you have to go and be like that?
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| Know I’ve always got your back, I’m looking out for you
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| Weren’t as tight as we could have been
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| When you come out imma help you out king
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| And I know that life is tough
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| Can’t settle for the minimum, that ain’t good enough
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| Cah you’re still in my mind and you’re outta sight
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| I know it’s a long way away blud, you’ll see the light
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| You’ll be alright
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| I know your days feel dark but dem soon get bright
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| Focus, look at me, focus
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| Stop fucking with this hocus pocus
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| Don’t gamble your strip like poker
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| Playing cards with a handful of jokers
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| Heaven knows you ain’t keeping it real
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| Got kids and you’re still going on with nonsense
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| Lick down people at your own free will
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| Got no soul, not in touch with your conscience
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| Knuckle down, put the strap and buckle down
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| Before you make the gun cops come around
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| Blud I seen a ship go down
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| Captain and his whole ship go down
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| Settle off, put the mekkle off
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| Better if you’re humble, you’ll be better off
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| Blud I think you better do the B now
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| Whole strip’s hot now, better cool off
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| Yo, a little line from the ink
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| Because every time I blink, I always think
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| It’s been a while since
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| You used to roll in the banger with the limousine tints
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| Everybody’s cool from the bits
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| Since you ain’t been around the money’s peppered like mints
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| But the lemon still flips
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| And the studio’s built now, everyting cris'
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| The mixtape’s finished and it’s coming out soon
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| You’ll be coming out soon, just a couple more moons
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| I’m going Westwood again, I’ll big you up again
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| heard that you’re repping on the wing like a goon
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| You got your meditation
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| But a meditation is better for them type of situations
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| You know the rules and the regulations
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| God nah for the righteous one
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| Yeah, blud I know how you’re feeling
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| Some say they’re feeling your pain but they don’t know the meaning
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| I know what it’s like when you’re dreaming that you’re on road
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| And you wake up sweating and screaming
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| Pricks on the wingings, they’ll do the clinging
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| That’s not you, I know you’re just breeze
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| It’s in your sentence, all easy
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| You got a mobile so we can reason
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| It’s like everyting happens for a reason
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| You’ll be back in about five seasons
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| And remember
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| Any boy disrespect, just scrub up the boy and beat him
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| After then just leave him
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| Make the boy feel lucky for leaving breathing
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| But back on a serious tip
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| When I spoke to your brother he was saying all the weirdest shit |