| All right, first things first, I’ve been putting in the work
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| I’m a rebel with a cause (With a cause)
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| Had problems with the fam, I had problems with the gang
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| But I put that shit on pause (Put that shit on pause)
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| I’ve been gone for a while but I saw you niggas smile
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| When I cancelled all my tours (Little pussies)
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| Someone tell 'em that I’m back
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| I don’t never ever slack, grab my gun and go to war (Boy)
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| I got brothers up in jail, going mad up in their cells
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| When you hear me, bang your doors (Bang your doors)
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| Niggas moving chatty, someone tell 'em that I’m scatty
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| Bro, I’ll pull up uninsured like (Skrr)
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| Running through my strip, rappers jumping on my dick
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| Just to build up a rapport (That's embarrassing)
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| I can tell them man are bitter
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| But they’re begging it on Twitter, man, I swear I’m so appalled (So appalled)
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| Before he takes a shot, I’ll shoot him first (Shoot him first)
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| And poor mum, we was going through her purse (Through her purse)
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| We were doing road and doing church
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| Looked the devil in his face like, «motherfucker, do your worst»
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| Still here tryna find another blessing
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| I’m over-loyal, man, I’ll ride for what I’m repping
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| Dark times, niggas dying in recession
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| You was fighting with your girl when I was fighting my depression, wait
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| Okay
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| All right, first things first, could’ve put you in a hearse
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| Man, I gave you boys a lifeline (Lifeline)
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| I was scrolling through my tweets, had Adele up on repeat
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| And saw a madness on my timeline (My timeline)
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| LBC’s tryna black ball me
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| And tryna blame your boy for knife crime (Like, what?)
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| I don’t use a shank, I got money in the bank
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| Man, I’d rather do a drive-by (Dickheads)
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| Mad, mad demons in my thoughts
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| Young Stormz wasn’t ready for the limelight (Wasn't ready)
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| Took a little break from the game, started praying
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| Man, I had to get my mind right (Started praying)
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| All black clothes til I shine bright
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| Full beams fucking up my eyesight (Woo)
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| They hate me on the sly, but I bet you if I died
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| You would see 'em at my nine-night (Fake youts)
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| They’re asking if I’m real, I’m real enough ('Nough)
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| Still got a couple killers in the cut (Cut)
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| If he’s coming nice, I big him up
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| Drugs kill, but my niggas make a killing off a drug (Ay)
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| Rapping like I’m Jigga but I’m Puff (Puff)
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| West End wanna show a nigga love (Love)
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| But if it weren’t me you would never let my niggas in the club
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| Fuck DSTRKT and fuck all these nightclubs
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| And fuck giving money to people that don’t like us
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| There’s riots in the city, just tell me where I sign up
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| The rave goes silly every time I pick the mic up (Whoa)
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| I got smoke, you can hold a bit
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| A coloured brother with a bone to pick
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| But I still get to gunning, don’t be running when I bang mine
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| Before we said our prayers, there were gang signs (Gang signs) |