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don't need no alcohol, you don't need no Perc
You just need this work
When I put it on you, I heal you
You don't need no council, you don't need church

whipped her with my pistol
Car jacked the muscular nigga, I had to beat him with a shotgun
Went to the club, seen some niggas throwing quarters

I come from nothing They say
Hailed from a world Without silver spoon
Diamonds or pearls
Just humble beginnings
In a small
Council house
But please

the street, in the car
Super high, low low key
Gotta watch for enemies
Burn ‘em with the third-degree
Burn ‘em with the fuckin heat
Key that mothafucka’s car

pints and a good time
Check me stress free, man I love life
Young minds gotta' unwind sometimes
Step in the club and have fun
Drinks at the bar, let's

the club
Takes them home to his council flat where little willie gets a rub little willow gets a rub
Calls himself a street solja he thinks himself well hard

They used to have big industry here but they lost it all,
Now the local council has a shortage of capital,
Ken Loach made a film about here that was

was searching
Like money, jewellery and women
Cars, guns, killing, clubs, drugs, hustling

Look at the lifestyle we was living
Now I find satisfaction

Leave your cell phone in the car, let's discuss this
Plot, 'cuz we both want vigilante justice
Why do outcasts pick random crowds to shoot up
When

Generation of smokers banned from clubs and bars,
We got bus lanes but we all drive cars!

[Xain]
Cwmbran and Swindon too,
This world belongs to you,
From

Kane, I'm didge
I'm a boy, I be livin' like a rockstar
Still put my foot down if I see a cop car

Footsteps on my shoes
I hit the dance, but I've