| Nine millimetre
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| With the dutty Luger
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| With me big revolver
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| Them never see me dark
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| Can’t chat to me about the high road
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| Back then I was moving psycho
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| Rolling ten man strong, minimum seven-up like Fido Dido
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| Scotland Green, collect my giro
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| My whole crew wanted by the 5−0
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| Cooking up food
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| Bubbles floating on top of the water like a lilo
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| 5 to 9, 9 to 5
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| Anytime, any day, Scotty was live
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| I never had no time to look pretty
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| Two sets of clothes like Jekyll and Hyde
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| Selling drugs in the baitest ride
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| One cat buying food off me from this window
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| Another cat buying food off President T on the drivers' side
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| Dark
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| Them never see me dark, nine millimetre
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| Them never see me dark, with the dutty Luger
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| Them never see me dark, with me big revolver
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| Them never see me dark, them never see me dark
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| Them never see me dark, nine millimetre
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| Them never see me dark, with the dutty Luger
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| Them never see me dark, with me big revolver
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| Them never see me dark, them never see me dark
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| It’s six o’clock in the morning
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| I flew out, flew down the road, flew back then flew in
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| My mum knows what I’m doing
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| And deep down, I know she’s screwing
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| I fell asleep with 13 scores in my mouth
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| Had a dream about chicken and chips
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| Like an eedyat, I started chewing
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| Woke up, then I started spewing
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| Thinking when is all this gonna end?
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| I had to open them up then wrap them again
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| I’ve been on the road so if the beat needs road bars, it’s nothing I’ll strap
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| them again
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| I’ve got nothing to prove I’m certified, you can’t school me, I’ve been there
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| That’s why when you walk in the dance all the skengman go to, I’m in there
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| Dark
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| Them never see me dark, nine millimetre
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| Them never see me dark, with the dutty Luger
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| Them never see me dark, with me big revolver
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| Them never see me dark, them never see me dark
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| Them never see me dark, nine millimetre
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| Them never see me dark, with the dutty Luger
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| Them never see me dark, with me big revolver
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| Them never see me dark, them never see me dark
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| They said I was better before
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| Because I used to chat a lot of grease before
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| Used to tell 'em what happened when my gun squeezed before
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| I never said «thank you» or «please» before
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| Didn’t chat about making Ps
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| Didn’t chat about Boy Better Know tees before, before, before
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| I bun a lot of trees before
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| But now I’ve quit smoking
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| So now it’s all good, Skepta don’t smoke no more
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| Money making, I ain’t broke no more
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| Picking up, shotting and reloading, even though I ain’t selling no coke no more
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| No marijuana, no pill no more
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| Never get booked for a bill no more
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| Don’t get it twisted and think cause I’m doing this music that I ain’t real no
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| more
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| Dark
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| Them never see me dark, nine millimetre
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| Them never see me dark, with the dutty Luger
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| Them never see me dark, with me big revolver
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| Them never see me dark, them never see me dark
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| Them never see me dark, nine millimetre
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| Them never see me dark, with the dutty Luger
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| Them never see me dark, with me big revolver
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| Them never see me dark, them never see me dark |