| Hey, yo it’s Heavy Poppa AKA Heavy Duty
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| Don’t hide the beauty
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| Representing Kanka always
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| Top militarian, the Jamba boys
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| The goal is to touch your soul
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| Everywhere I go I make it warm
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| I’ll never inform but I’m fully on form
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| I’ll bring the fire, Stormzy bring the storm
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| Yeah, flavour
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| Flavour
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| First things first, I’m a real G
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| How’s a tweet on Twitter gonna kill me?
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| If I ain’t the GOAT then I will be
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| They know this so they 7-figure deal me
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| Oh, do you feel me? |
| Facts, what I’m still on
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| And I still got racks, I’m a real don
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| And we used to bang your shit
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| Now you’re album, it’s just something that we built on
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| I look around and there ain’t no love now
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| Scream, «Fuck them all», I’m on crud now
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| Wanna call me bro like we’re blood now
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| Want to cap only it’s all mud now
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| Like, I still start on a brudder while you’re there with your bros
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| All the big boys sat and make you tear for your clothes
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| See the fear in your eyes, man are scared of the flows
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| Still man of the year, five years in a row, I
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| Still don’t do police
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| Cah they act like they care when they do the least and
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| Every time I drop a new release
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| Gyallie pull up to my door like I’m Uber Eats, I flex
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| I let fool boy do the deets when on tour and I do the streets
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| It’s all calm till you’re caught on the rope with your stupid tweets
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| And then you act like you’re new to beef, I thought I told you I’m
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| Young, black, fly and handsome
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| Bun down the rave like I’m Rachael Anson
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| Young, black, fly and handsome
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| Bun down the rave like I’m Rachael Anson
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| Young, black, fly and handsome
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| Bun down the rave like I’m Rachael Anson
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| Young, black, fly and handsome
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| Bun down the rave like I’m Rachael Anson
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| It’s like I’m young, black, fly and handsome
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| Bun down the rave like I’m Rachael Anson
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| Peng tings wanna hold me at random
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| I go booth and make an anthem
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| I just drop the heat and do tour
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| From Amsterdam to New York
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| You won’t bust a gun, you a dork
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| Go suck ya mum through a straw
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| Aight, calm down, don’t get defensive
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| Oh this flow is so expensive
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| I can’t let you nigga’s rate this
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| They shall try and reinvent this
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| They shall try and they will fail
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| All my Gs, they buy and sell
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| Rudeboy, I should be in jail
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| For all these riddims that I pushed on my clientele
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| Alright look, I’m young, black, fly and cool
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| Think that’s howI got by in school
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| Man get booked, start buying jewels
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| Them man get shook, start buying tools
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| Ah man, you bunch of lying fools
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| Rudeboy, diss me if you dare
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| Then she whispered in my ear, said
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| «Gunshot Mike, we’ve missed you bare»
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| It’s like I’m
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| Young, black, fly and handsome
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| Bun down the rave like I’m Rachael Anson
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| Young, black, fly and handsome
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| Bun down the rave like I’m Rachael Anson
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| Young, black, fly and handsome
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| Bun down the rave like I’m Rachael Anson
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| Young, black, fly and handsome
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| Bun down the rave like I’m Rachael Anson |