T house man chop that shada
Fiends done tests, said the maal was bala
Feed man sweets no mishti
Link lala for the khala
He showed man that he just got bagged by the maveh so i had to change my number
Out here can’t move like a lun so i keep guli in my danda
Back home from goala bazaar, so you know i’m about my gwala;
I got cats in my trap, soda
Now my stacks all fat, goda
One eye on the opps, one eye on the cops; block hot i ain’t tryna get dora
Live rounds in my ting bora man are asleep but my lines still sola
I don’t care if you love or hate
I don’t know who’s real or who’s fake
My count down was a 1000 days
Everyday i prayed, couldn’t wait till i see those gates
Bp boy from boy from bd i got pk in my lingo. i was missing my calls on vibrate so i had to put 1 beep on my ring tone
One hand on my mash, one hand on my cash b you know that my life styles dirty
I was up in the can, i was stuck in the pad doing nothing but sit up and burpees
Missed morning sosh and exercise swear i just made it for the shower
Slept late, couldn’t wake up early
Rid 24s when i missed that hour
£18 spends on my canteen sheet that mackerel, rice and flour
Emergency services on the wing man down cuz the spice was power
Rinsed nuff cred on my pin phone when i was bruk i never had no marty;
Dead channels on my tv screen but i used to watch that hardly
5 prayers i made that daily tryna make up for the years of sinning
You can love me or hate me bro don’t mind, got god on my side, i’m winning
T house man chop that shada
Fiends done tests, said the maal was bala
Feed man sweets no mishti
Link lala for the khala
He showed man that he just got bagged by the maveh so i had to change my number
Out here can’t move like a lun so i keep guli in my danda
Back home from goala bazaar, so you know i’m about my gwala;
I got cats in my trap, soda
Now my stacks all fat, goda
One eye on the opps, one eye on the cops; block hot i ain’t tryna get dora
Live rounds in my ting bora man are asleep but my lines still sola
Whip white girl madonna
Things that we do for the dollar, rupees, taka, pounds or euros;
Same way you can still hold copper
Went madrasa as a kid, i was half decent in my fora
Back then used to roll with my gs, a.k, sammy & foga
2 man went legit, 1 man on the run, feels like i’m the last one left
Real life, nuff man got kweffed, i punched them yutes up till i ran out of breath
Can’t lie, i ain’t used no press i got the work in and sold it straight
No name but you know the name
In pen, only time i was home by 8
Told my brother i’m sorry, my mother she worries, i put her on all those pills
Can’t lie think i made her tapped cuz after all that she loves me still
Heart of lions, palm on iron. they’re good but they’re partly lying
Had a mask on my face way before covid;
Sat in the park supplying
I’m back on the ends so go tell a friend, make the word spread like a virus
Thought i was history, claimed that you missed me bro you didn’t bat your eyelid
Roads get slippery, back that spinner in my sliders, still sliding. still screaming free my lifers, bro i got bagged and kept it silent
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