| I’m runnin' and runnin' forever
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| I was down on my arse, couldn’t love even better
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| Told my mummy don’t stress
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| Coz she raised me best and I mean that
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| I kill for my brothers, (swear oh my God)
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| Right now I gotta whip, no sleep cuh the kids are fathers
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| All this mud in one room coming like one garden
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| OT work for a week, didn’t know what bath is
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| I was doing them hard flipz
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| Flavours smoked for my stress (my stress)
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| It’s a backstrap, I can feel it all in my chest now
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| Link this house with a zed of each with my head down
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| Let a nigga try run on me you get drenched down
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| Tryna flip them pebs how
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| And I started off on my arse
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| I can promise you the kid ain’t falling
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| I was OG, I had plenty of fumes
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| I can’t eat if they all stop calling
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| Got my guys on the wing, no Morley’s
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| If I give you a night, no talking
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| I like all of my girls unruly
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| Tell a girl no stallin' now
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| Pain in my heart when they locked me
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| Pain for my bro cuh it got me
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| If I trusted hoe, that’s not me
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| I put my dick in a bitch do it properly
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| She gave mouth but the kid needs sloppy |
| Get a buzz I don’t call your name
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| I don’t talk I just tuck my blade
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| On my own tryna find my lane now
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| Now they don’t love the smiling faces
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| I was riding basic
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| Had a bitch coming through on
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| Tryna up my pay slip
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| Xan calls in my back, (Ahhhh)
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| They don’t know I was tryna make them packs fly
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| I was down on my arse, couldn’t love even better
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| Told my mummy don’t stress
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| Coz she raised me best and I mean that
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| I kill for my brothers, (swear oh my God)
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| Right now I gotta whip, no sleep cuh the kids are fathers
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| All this mud in one room coming like one garden
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| OT work for a week, didn’t know what bath is
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| I was doing them hard flipz
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| Flavours smoked for my stress (my stress)
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| It’s a backstrap, I can feel it all in my chest now
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| Link this house with a zed of each with my head down
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| Let a nigga try run on me you get drenched down
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| Tryna flip them pebs how
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| I got brown around me like Bobbie
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| Fuck a drama boy this ain’t Corrie
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| I just roll the reefer and blow it
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| Niggas talking bread and can’t show it, what?
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| And I’m runnin' and runnin' |
| See I was grinding for weeks
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| We don’t sleep, I was working
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| I told my mummy don’t stress coz she raised me best and I mean that |