| I didn’t choose this life, see this shit just chose me
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| Used to be in the ends, now everywhere they know me
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| I’m still that boy getting dough with my niggas
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| I lost my friends on the road to some killers
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| I still keep it 100, yeah, yeah
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| Now they call me whenever they want me
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| I’mma take it all the way
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| I’mma put my city on the map and that’s that
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| Line blowing, no time to sit down
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| And if the album does numbers, then the prices on the bricks down
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| Can’t take that prick’s behaviour
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| But it’s droughty and he helps me get packs like a fitness trainer
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| Still can’t believe the industry let a hustler shine
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| I’m flying birds, I bust my nine, I’m taking off just in time
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| Still ain’t ready to give up my line
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| I just hit the booth
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| Then it’s back to flip mode when I bust a rhyme
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| Trap music, made my nigga lock for fifty racks
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| Said his P’s in my dogs house like Frank Lucas
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| Most of jail niggas, all they wanna do is chat
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| Come like bitches on the wing, orange is the new black
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| My nigga told me quick, I don’t need them B flips
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| Don’t worry, I’m on the top of my game like Wii Fit
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| For the people that said that I’d never prosper
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| I’m gonna shut down Harlesden
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| Pouring money out a helicopter
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| I didn’t choose this life, see this shit just chose me
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| Used to be in the ends, now everywhere they know me
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| I’m still that boy getting dough with my niggas
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| I lost my friends on the road to some killers
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| I still keep it 100, yeah, yeah
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| Now they call me whenever they want me
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| I’mma take it all the way
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| I’mma put my city on the map and that’s that
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| Prada shoes, Burberry coat
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| It’s like these guys prefer me broke
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| Niggas getting rushed, it was funny but it weren’t a joke
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| Heard they want to run up in the base, it’s a myth
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| Guns all around the house like Mr and Mrs Smith
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| She said she never met a mobstar
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| I just spent two thousand on this tux looking like I left the opera
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| She thinks that I’m a thugged out nigga with P
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| But I’m really a nice guy like despicable me
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| Uh, if I’m on a madting, guarantee my niggas on it
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| Soon buy my mum and aunty benzes with some ribbons on it
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| Tried to put him on, but he ain’t got ambition
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| Trapstar to rapstar, I’m 'bout to make the transition
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| Man listen, the world’s full of mayhem
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| My nigga got rushed on cam, now he’s on bell for an AM
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| Grew up in this beef, it ain’t my own choice
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| Can’t forget them days in Barnet when I was grinding with my broke boys
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| I didn’t choose this life, see this shit just chose me
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| Used to be in the ends, now everywhere they know me
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| I’m still that boy getting dough with my niggas
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| I lost my friends on the road to some killers
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| I still keep it 100, yeah, yeah
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| Now they call me whenever they want me
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| I’mma take it all the way
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| I’mma put my city on the map and that’s that |