| Nah, me never bad for me bad
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| But know what happens when you raised in North West, rude boy
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| WSTRN season
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| Nah, we don’t need a reason
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| That’s just the rules, how it goes 'round here
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| 'Round here
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| Uh, yeah
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| Motherfuckers call me LB, remember the name
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| From long time I’m offside, been ahead of the game
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| Handling stitch, blow the whistle with sweat in no lane
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| Ask A how I level my aim
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| I’m too official for these little niggas begging for fame
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| I never come up off a press plate, I come up off pressing cocaine
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| Paper towel when its out dry
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| Up, never downsize
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| 'Round here, niggas go in and buy it outright
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| I’m 'bout mines, they know mines about in all the junctions
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| Still Ashlin, couple nobodies but we don’t trust them
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| Fuck them
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| Used to keep a burner by the dustbin
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| The one who put the fun and the gun in all the function
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| What’s up, then?
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| Everytime I come around, you always make assumptions
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| I’m just tryna build a lickkle, wollan, get jumpin'
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| Free my hittas in the can but that’s just something
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| That happens 'round here ('Round here)
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| Nah, me never bad for me bad
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| But know what happens when you raised in North West, rude boy
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| Know it’s love, action them na want
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| 'Round here, man you better watch yourself, rude boy oh
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| Middle fingers if you ain’t my drilla, oh
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| If I’m eatin', know you havin' dinner too
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| That’s just the rules, how it goes 'round here
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| 'Round here
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| Yo, I grew up in the flats, never lived in a house
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| I always knew that I was born to be a star, never had any doubts
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| When I was young, I used to move reckless
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| Real separate to the golden child
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| That my mums probably would have expected
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| I ain’t golden, but my Rolex is
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| Still in the trap like there’s no exits
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| I hit the roads without no breakfast
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| Hit the stop, take the yayo out the pack
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| Then I slap that in the Pyrex dish
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| I’ve been in this, I never had a privilege
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| And anything you hear me rap about, I’m really living it
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| Tomorrow is a promise, I can go at any minute
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| That’s why I pack the spinner, innit
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| And if you see me in a mask and somebody got smoked
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| Then I never did it
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| That’s why I came through in the mask, innit
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| I live my life without no limits
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| I buss my gun 'til the clip finish
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| Leave your face without no image
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| Nah, me never bad for me bad
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| But know what happens when you raised in North West, rude boy
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| Know it’s love, action them na want
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| 'Round here, man you better watch yourself, rude boy oh
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| Middle fingers if you ain’t my drilla, oh
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| If I’m eatin', know you havin' dinner too
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| That’s just the rules, how it goes 'round here
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| 'Round here
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| Nah, me never bad for me bad
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| But know what happens when you raised in North West, rude boy
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| Know it’s love, action them na want
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| 'Round here, man you better watch yourself, rude boy, oh
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| Middle fingers if you ain’t my drilla, oh
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| If I’m eatin', know you havin' dinner too
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| That’s just the rules, how it goes 'round here
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| 'Round here |