| Fucked in the head
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| Man don’t grow up in the ends
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| Show no love to the feds
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| Fuck your respect
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| No dough, hungry and vexed
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| But Polo’d up to the neck
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| Young mothers in debt
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| Just blow dole money on sesh
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| No hope, pushed to the edge
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| Blaze up when I’m stressed in my zone
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| Smoke buds of the best by the boatload
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| Zoogie’s on deck
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| First at the bar, last one to leave
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| Still roaming round Bradford and Leeds
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| Stoned, smelling like backwoods and weed
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| If you don’t know, you better ask somebody
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| Ask around, I’m the nicest
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| Lunar’s the truth, tune after tune
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| I bang them out like a right left
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| I’m spazzing out like a spice head
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| Came up off nothing, I’m high off life
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| I prophicised this and no one listened
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| To rebel against my family, I had to get a job and not go to prison
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| Can’t tell if it’s all in my head
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| I’m high enough to fall to my death
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| Tried to test me but you all flopped
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| The Earth’s not flat, I can’t fall off
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| From the skwolla, from the dirt
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| At the bottom nothing on this Earth’s free
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| If you want it then you’ve gotta work for it
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| I’m from the skwolla, from the dirt
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| From the skwolla, from the dirt
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| At the bottom nothing on this Earth’s free
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| If you want it then you’ve gotta work for it
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| I’m from the skwolla, from the dirt
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| Been through hell, left stronger like a southpaw, yeah
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| Man are fiending for some real rap, there’s been a drought all year
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| I was destined, I’m just flexing, my progression’s got me surprised
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| I got it down to a tee and nailed it, Jesus Christ
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| I’m on stuff and it’s not drugs
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| Man I bust up if it’s not love
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| Keep your gob shut, let them watch us
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| Man I’m not fussed, I’m the dog’s nuts
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| You’re not on par with Lunar, I’m barging through
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| Like Rick Ross at a barbecue
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| My words come to life off the page like Babadook
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| Yeah I’m the truth
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| Why do these fake breddas rap?
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| They never last, amen to that
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| No chances left, I’m at their neck
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| Snapping on rappers like chains getting slapped
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| to drink like a designated driver
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| They don’t give me any credit
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| Maybe I just chose the wrong thing to dedicate my life to
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| Bullshit, I’m the greatest
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| I ain’t got no little bit of doubt
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| Bitch I’ve been around
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| Listen to me now
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| I dick them, dick them down
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| Until I’m in the ground
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| Willy in your mouth
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| Wiggle it around
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| Stick it in and out
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| And I’m not fussy with it
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| Still not too good to fuck ugly chicks
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| Kendrick said his dick ain’t free, well mine fucking is
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| From the skwolla, from the dirt
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| At the bottom nothing on this Earth’s free
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| If you want it then you’ve gotta work for it
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| I’m from the skwolla, from the dirt
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| From the skwolla, from the dirt
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| At the bottom nothing on this Earth’s free
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| If you want it then you’ve gotta work for it
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| I’m from the skwolla, from the dirt
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| Lunar C is an arrogant prick
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| But I doubt you can prove to me I’m not the illest around
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| You ain’t heard nothing badder than this in a while
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| I’ve already told them I’m a man of a million styles
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| Lunar that flow’s so cold
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| Yeah tell me something I don’t know bro
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| When man touch the mic
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| Their bars don’t match up to mine
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| Cut them off like no, no, yo
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| Can’t act like a boss and then talk like you’re still out in the ends shotting
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| A lot of bi-polar MCs are not very sure if they’re on trapping or being
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| entrepreneurs
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| They don’t want me to war with them
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| Bradfordian, lord willing I don’t do something I regret
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| Sit back and bite my tongue like a pleb
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| So what if you’re offended by something I said
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| Don’t sugarcoat it, they know the flow’s too much to cope with
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| Just tell the truth, who could’ve wrote this
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| Other than me, killing beats since 2-double-0−6
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| Let them hate, I’m not feeling them either
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| On a grind every day, I don’t fuck with them eediats
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| I don’t ever sell features
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| There ain’t a price you can pay me to jump on a weak track
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| From the skwolla, from the dirt
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| At the bottom nothing on this Earth’s free
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| If you want it then you’ve gotta work for it
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| I’m from the skwolla, from the dirt
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| From the skwolla, from the dirt
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| At the bottom nothing on this Earth’s free
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| If you want it then you’ve gotta work for it
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| I’m from the skwolla, from the dirt |