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Krept & Konan

Krept and Konan is a British hip hop duo from London, consisting of Casyo Valentine "Krept" Johnson BEM (born 4 February 1990, Gipsy Hill) and Karl Dominic "Konan" Wilson BEM (born 3 September 1989, Thornton Heath), the son of Delroy Wilson otherwise known as 'Jamaica's first child star'. Their first major release was the mixtape Young Kingz, released on 2 September 2013. As of 3 May 2013, Krept and Konan signed a record deal with Virgin EMI Records.Their debut album The Long Way Home was released on 5 July 2015 and entered the UK Albums Chart at number 2. The duo's highest-charting single is "Freak of the Week" featuring Jeremih, which charted at number 9 on the UK Singles Chart. Krept and Konan have both starred together in the film The Intent (2016) and re… more »

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Yeah
Banning drill, you're making the situation worse
Might as well give them life, or put them in a hearse
Guy could've been rapping
But now he's still packing
A big gun for when his oppositions come clapping
It's a lose-lose for him
I'ma keep it real, he get shot, he going pale
He shoots him, he going jail
Where we're from, you know how hard it is to better yourself
Upper class won't understand 'cause you inherited wealth
No opportunities, this is our community
Maybe you should help here, instead of all the scrutiny
There's a knock-on effect for this shit you wanna ban
Let me paint you a picture so you dummies understand

Hi my name is Jaden, everybody calls me Jay
I'm fifteen I'm from a poor block 'round the way
My mum tries her best to put food on my plate
My life's okay, I go to school everyday
Sometimes I gotta go to school with no lunch money
But I get it, she ain't got it, I still love mummy
But now she got a extra job
It's not great though, but I guess it's extra gwop
Look, mummy weren't home, I started staying out late
I started hanging out with people from my estate
They all had fresh clothes, everybody looking paid
They all sell drugs, said they'll teach me the way
Started trapping on them man now, I swear
Yeah I'm fifteen, with a couple thousand to spare
Feds raided my house and found all of the gear
Got nicked, went jail, but I'll be out in a year
When I came out of jail, all my friends had beef
So I guess I'm involved, that's the rule of the streets
That's how it goes where I'm from
You touch him, you touch me
And these are my friends but it's a gang to police
Why'd I get involved, guess I'm young and I'm dumb
Out of jail couple months, already bought me a gun
I'm a good kid at heart, but the beef keeps spiraling
I guess I'm a product of my environment

Ah f*ck, is that feds?
Don't move, armed police, armed police, put your hands on the steering wheel now

I got nicked again, 'cause I gripped a skeng
I started rapping in jail, so I gripped the pen
Every single nigga in the jail rates the bars
And when I land road, they said that I gotta go hard
I keep writing the verse, while I'm riding this bird
Tryna get my appeal, now I'm out on the third
Then I started selling spice, the whole jail got word
That I came from education and my cell got searched
Got caught with a phone, I'd just come from the block
New kid in the jail, but he's one of the opps
Already got the drop, it's only been a couple hours
When he comes in the wing, then we get him in the showers
And I won't even learn, but I'ma get him for the bros
'Cause I know they'd do the same thing if I was on the roads
Don't worry 'bout the gov's 'cause they'll turn a blind eye
All my bros heard the news, know it's on the timeline
Years go by and I'm only getting older
Getting less letters, visits get slower
Music on my mind, my release getting closer
Swear I can't wait 'til it's over

Ay look, right, there he is
My fuckin' man
Yo, you sayin' fresh home, (come on you know) sayin' fresh home
You lot are so childish
What's going on my babe
Look at your big head, I missed you, welcome home
Ay bro, there's bare bread in this music thing now
I've been hearing stuff
I know you've been writing bare bars
You know what you gotta do
Of course

Now I'm back on road, I put the trap on hold
I'ma focus on the rap 'cause man can blow
We started dropping these bangers, these tracks were cold
Now I'm watching my fanbase grow
They took my videos down, said it's too violent
I can't do a show, it's getting stopped by Trident
It's slowing down my income, they're tryna ban drill
Now my buzz dying, it's hard to get a deal
I dunno how to feel, I got away from the streets
'Cause this rap shit helped keep me away from the beef
Now money's low, I gotta get back on my feet
Now I'm back selling drugs 'cause a nigga gotta eat
I'm back trapping day-to-day, I got a baby on the way
I told my girl "Be patient, I promise that I'll make a change
Babe you know I tried this rapping shit but the feds got me back in shit"
Now I'm chilling on the block, y'know, licking out them shots
Save as much money so I can eventually stop
But I gotta be on point 'cause the beef's still on top
Too late 'cause them niggas got the drop
There's a car pulling up, ah fam I'm fucked
I'ma try run but they caught up
Can feel the knife sharp in my gut
My body collapsed, it's hard to get up
"Wagwan fam, remember me from the can?
Shoulda stuck to rapping" - they said it as they ran
But little did they know that was all part of the plan
Holding my stomach, blood on my hands
Paramedics trying, I know I'm slowly dying
They're tryna keep me breathing, my mum's here crying
I can see the pain, she prayed for me still
I can feel my heart coming to a standstill
Feds asked who's responsible, I just kept it real
I said "Whoever banned drill"

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