It’s Calum on the beat
A 16 year old boy has died in the 5th suspected fatal stabbing in London, in a week
Hamburg
I put shanks in tops, I pressure numerous blocks
.44 dots and Lz and love, trust me he’s got it on lock
We’re violent men, we keep things on us
I grip that mash, then load them slugs
{?} opps
I see him now he’s walking all brucks
Swing my shank until he’s soaked in blood
That’s 12 inch kitchen, thought man’s guts
How many times have the opps been touched?
No way the can chat to us
Jailhouse, pull up my pants and rock
How many mad have I had on ropes
4 door {?} with nothing but smoke
I still lurk round ****, of course I did it with bro
I’m old school like Giggs and {?}
I can never miss no open goal
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