| Okay, yeah, okay, look, okay, yeah
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| Yo, Ebo you’re a madman for this beat, ya know
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| Look, shut that door (Shut it)
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| Packs come here and they go on tour (They do)
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| Bitch, just come like I wish (Shh!)
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| I don’t care what your hopin' for (Nah)
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| Serious stick, mind of it’s own, it don’t follow no law (No law)
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| Plug knew it was a bunny, fuck, could’ve been a golden score (Tisk)
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| I need money in abundance, shit
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| I need guala galore (Money)
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| We still pissed 'bout that same 100, hold my loss and your heart feel sore
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| (Rough)
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| Lost Jetz, Bandz, Patch 'nuff pain that I’ve had to endure (R.I.P.)
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| I used to look at that stack
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| Weren’t too bad, but I needed more (More)
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| You rate them, that’s tough
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| You call it lit, I call it luck (Luck)
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| Backward yutes, don’t get money but pussy’s a must (How?)
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| Everybody wanna build, how? |
| If your foundations rubbed (Rubbed)
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| With this shank got serious skill, trust, no foundation stuff (I do)
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| This beef ain’t got no filter, longest tool tryna do man (Big one)
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| He was like «go on then, back it», but he didn’t want me to do that (He didn’t)
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| Who’s that? |
| Move back, I was tryna double my prof' (Prof'!)
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| L-Lose that, threw that, always tryna trouble my
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| We from the Croydon slums, ay, how you gonna do it like us? |
| (How?)
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| You should see what he done, shit, clout’s really hell of a drug (It is)
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| Big crib, had to better my mum (Mum)
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| 21, I’ma better my bunch (Bunch)
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| Stupid thot, link up I’ma roll me a blunt (I will)
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| Plug fed me the price, I swear it (It did)
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| Why your grub don’t fly? |
| Then it’s (Tisk)
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| You ever phone your plug, like «bro this ain’t it"(This ain’t it)
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| And in the end, you wish you stuck with the first batch (Aw man)
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| Look, here nigga come check this (Check this)
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| I had my bad one doin' the naughties, now I got my good one playin' detective
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| Said he don’t smoke am, that’s poor leaf, took two tokes now he knows it’s
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| effective (Loud)
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| Got big man trappin' the 40's (40's)
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| Still leave in a jam for a 10 bit (Tisk)
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| Shit’s fuckin' horrendous, if you really wanna know who bangs on the Croydon
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| map we the top contenders (We are)
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| If I step 'round there, might splash, that’s me and my gang we be gettin'
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| adventurous
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| Shout out, 'cah he ying man (Ying)
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| And I like Rico, 'cah he reckless (Reckless)
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| Can’t touch that one, your loony, rough booty, man I like smooth textures (I do)
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| In the station me and my goonies, police ask and I curve them questions (Dodge
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| 'em)
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| I be bakin' with a sweet cutie, suck man off with the smallest mention (Mmm)
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| Bro pull the flavors with the am, like bro «what's that? |
| That’s a new invention»
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| Police don’t care 'bout intention, she wan' ride me; |
| Red Dead Redemption
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| (Baddie)
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| I need money in abundance, shit
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| I need guala galore
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| We still pissed 'bout that same 100, hold my loss and your heart feel sore
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| Lost Jetz, Bandz, Patch 'nuff pain that I’ve had to endure
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| I used to look at that stack
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| Weren’t too bad, but I needed more
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| I used to look at that stack
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| Weren’t too bad, but I needed more
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| I used to look at that stack
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| Weren’t too bad, but I needed more
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| I used to look at that stack
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| Weren’t too bad, but I needed more |