| You are more than able, of cutting through the cable
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| But I see your angel, don’t act young and wasteful
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| Come to the garden and let your guard down
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| Come to your senses it will all be clear
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| Yeah, yeah (ah)
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| I tell these stunners I’m stone cold and Austin Powers
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| Too busy working, all my niggas talking about power
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| I made a vow that I won’t end up like Kenny Powers
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| When the money goes and friendships turn sour
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| Still rapping with soul cause I never sold mine
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| For the whole time did it without a co-sign
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| They can’t approach their shit the way I approach mine
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| Dumi knew that he stumbled on a goldmine
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| They think you bust and it’s all roses and daffodils
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| I could have moved off ends, but I’m in Hackney still
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| I could have S-curled my hair, my hair is nappy still
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| I showed you the most how to make the most out of crappy deal
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| Opened doors everybody getting signed now
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| I’m having dinner with greatest of all times now
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| I never do it off of the top, still gotta write it down
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| Ask the hackers, all the bars is on my iCloud
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| Still fresher than Brooke Beckham and Ash Ketchum
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| Took my 'ghini back to Plumstead and back to Peckham
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| Today’s beef then tomorrow your friends
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| Rappers follow you, unfollow you, then follow you again
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| Don’t let no writers in my ghost sound borrow no pen
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| I tell him a man his face I got a problem with him, straight
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| Uh, I can take your girl in woven sandals
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| And turn her to Naomi Campbell
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| Horror stories, I’m so weary of divorce
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| I might move to North Korea because my career is headed north
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| You ain’t see us in the wagon then I swear it was the Porsche
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| Take my niggas to LA where this ain’t against the law
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| I ain’t scared of no lawsuit, word to my tailor
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| I didn’t even ask Calvin when he took us out to Vegas
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| They wanna see us down, they don’t want see us up
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| And when Harry cuts his hair, whole world going nuts
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| You are more than able, of cutting through that cable
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| But I see your angel, don’t act young and wasteful
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| Come to the garden and let your guard down
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| Come to your senses it will all be clear
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| I just wanna be the light you wanna see
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| The star in your eyes, the glimmer in the shadow
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| I just wanna be the light you wanna see
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| The star in your eyes, the glimmer in the shadow
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| Let me roll with you and I can find
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| Let me roll with you, all the pieces in your grand design |