| You can’t tell me about beef on road
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| Cause I’ve had beef on road
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| And you can’t tell me black dress code
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| Cause I’m in a black dress code
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| And you can’t tell me about making dough
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| Cause I’m out here making dough
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| And you can’t tell me about friends or foes
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| When I don’t have friends or foes
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| No one can tell me nothing
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| Blud, I don’t wanna hear 'bout nothing
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| No one can tell me nothing
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| And I still don’t care 'bout nothing
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| No one can tell me nothing
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| Blud, I don’t wanna hear 'bout nothing
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| No one can tell me nothing
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| And I still don’t care 'bout nothing
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| Can’t tell me about local hoes
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| When I don’t do local hoes
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| And you can’t tell me about social, bro
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| I don’t wanna be social, bro
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| And you can’t tell me about name on road
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| Don’t care for your name on road
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| And you can’t tell me about take it slow
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| When I don’t wanna take it slow
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| No one can tell me nothing
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| Blud, I don’t wanna hear 'bout nothing
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| No one can tell me nothing
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| And I still don’t care 'bout nothing
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| No one can tell me nothing
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| Blud, I don’t wanna hear 'bout nothing
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| No one can tell me nothing
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| And I still don’t care 'bout nothing
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| Can’t tell me about keep it real
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| Everyday, I keep it real
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| And you can’t tell me about you man drill
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| Don’t matter if you man drill
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| And you can’t tell me about packing still
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| The whole endz are packing still
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| And you can’t tell me about out on the field
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| Lowkey, I’m out on the field
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| Much of the loot in London, Liverpool, Birmingham and Manchester was taken by
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| existing criminal gangs. |
| Others, though, were people from different backgrounds
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| who saw something they couldn’t resist. |
| They were right in the thick of the
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| trouble in Lewisham, but also went to Catford, Bromley and Clapham Junction
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| Right now, it looks like there ain’t a future for young people. |
| That’s how I
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| see it. |
| Cause the government, they’re not helping no one out except for the
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| rich people. |
| They don’t care for us, they just leave us on the block to do
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| whatever we do
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| I don’t wanna be around niggas, don’t listen
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| My vision’s way bigger
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| Than being in the hood with all my niggas
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| Catching niggas slipping
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| Trick sipping till I feel my head spinning
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| Got a bad attitude, it’s stinking
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| I don’t wanna know no one’s business
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| Real criminals ain’t no witness
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| What’d you really think this is?
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| Can’t tell me nothing
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| Cause I’m a soldier
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| Don’t make me and my co-Ds roll up
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| So hold up
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| Don’t be thinking you know me
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| Just took what they told ya
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| Keep it lowkey so they wanna get closer
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| Don’t tell me nothing, cuz
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| No one can tell me nothing
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| Blud, I don’t wanna hear 'bout nothing
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| No one can tell me nothing
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| And I still don’t care 'bout nothing
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| No one can tell me nothing
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| Blud, I don’t wanna hear 'bout nothing
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| No one can tell me nothing
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| And I still don’t care 'bout nothing |