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hatar på att våra sulor blivit röda ey
Hoppas att det lönar sig pengarna förökar sig
Jag var in the studio när de andra folk röka yeah
Grova händelser TV4

four, he do time in feds with no problem as long as she fed
Know don't no talkin', end up like a dolphin, that boy put a hole in your head
Glock 'bout

okani gu na nim ase everyday by what he say
See what anodey like bi yɛ ne sei
Ghanafo pɛ saa put their noses in your case
I mean in your business but for

fours
Still fuck with me at day hundred
Cause I don't play, I gets off
Piss off, bitch, you ain't lit
You just a nigga saying shit
Rappers burn out,

I'm a rich, yuh
I'm on page six, yuh
Heaven a lot
Live it on lock

Skrr.. ARW on the track!

All these be jealous
All your hair synthetic
Got your

controlling the sums
Supplied the work in the northeast to Louis Vuitton
Had twin cousins in VA named Dolce and Gabbana
Pure live wires played with tons

Bang, Bang, Bang!
Rule #1 of life! Don't Fuck with those who write songs!

113 is on fire, you lit the match and then left
I'm still watching it

though  
So all you nigga's that just get in there cause ya high though 
You ain't even just spitting so pass the mic cause I'm getting by bro  

And I'm

all in my bed
And that twat Leaks no Nee Nee
She say I do too much
I don't give a fuck, I flex off GP
I'm tryna get paid by the minute
I can't live how

four years she go show face (Ha)

Independent, run my own race (Own race)
I’m not a tеnant, made our own space (Own space)
Fake smilеs never hold weight

up this is it
Living life to the fullest, everyday we lit
Me and the big dogs yeah we out here wilin'
We're all Barking mad like we live in East London

what I'm talking about 
(oh no oh no  oh shii !) 
clways kept your head up  
Big homie, don't live by the street,
We just adapt to the code, is easy

we got it we sanctioned

Like tell me what these lil' niggas did
All they do is rap what they don't live
Catch a nigga lacking by his crib
Bullets gon'

Transdimensional beings, I wanna be em
I wanna see em!
Two ounces of psilocybin lets call
It my per diem
My pics they getting liked up by your BM
I

it
Show out just like it's your birthday, I a give you some to throw that ass to
Too lit with a handful of brown I ain't drinking nothing but Dusse

Bringing four deadly fellows
The picture is blurred
And I know lie tastes so mellow
But all I feel is the pressure
Caused by the real depression
Progressing

lil B gon bring hats
SLAB soldiers on every track
My nigga we did that
Step back with all that hating
And faking we riding 4's
Now days the boulevard
We

ends lit, explore the reasons/
I can stand on quicksand accustomed to a sinking feelin'/
I was dumb believin' scales were done leanin' or just young

call Hercules,
I promise you we ain't fearin' him
(Yeah)

Proper lit

I'm on my s***

LLC, 
I had that by 26

He owed me bread,
I hit his bitch 

Just

(Ah)
Wherever this is heading (Yup)
Face me with a beat
I’ll show you it’s beheading (Slash)
Mission statement clear
Get racks and spit on tracks

Grip the mic, dreaming I might, end up on stages blinded by lights

36 Chambers, use my brain for this chess game
I use these 16s and 4 chambers with pen

I talk like a chulo(Chulo)
I live in Mars, I'm not Bruno(Woo)
Bitch, I'm a dog, call me Cujo
You play your cards, I'm reversed on you all and I might

96.7 was playing a song called animals by Martin Garrix it was amazing
He told his mom to turn it up that nigga was going crazy
And when the song was

I believe I'm a god
I'm just no Christian
Just another kid with a vision
I just have to make a fucking decision
Yeah
Same four walls Woking on my