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Make'em move with it what you do with it Is it real Is it real Is it true with it 
Let's take it back then make it back 
You can tell by the stacks how we

in the street

Listen to your posse
Shoot until you drop me
N*gga I'm quick with triggers
It'll take an army to stop me
Me against that
I got my

hundreds fifties, in the field, Griffey
Speak and be direct with your chest and we jiffy
When it rains it pours, good or bad, said 50
Driving by dumping

and the new sound claps
I mean, I love it all
I study all the craft
Man, I hope I give it all back
This is all that
Yeah, remember that
Hip-hop hooray
Oh, it

talking bout', they feel it
Lights flashing, that's Canon
Need medics
Started as a youngin' ain't know nun bout' how to eat then
Brodie told me jump out in

with the chalk

Had some money put away, marinatin' in the vault
Construction every morning, yeah, I do it in the dirt
Body tired every night, so I relax

a fetus back in 1996
Found a plan but ain't commit spit solemn bars by hypocrites
Intermittently getting pissed with belligerent bars that make these cucks

Back in highschool y'all thought I was a joke
Now I'm eating steak and eggs momma thinking imma choke
Dreamed to be on stages now I'm getting stoked

A shirt on their back and their ribs
It’s a gap we can bridge
We gotta stay paving our path
They threw stones in anger and wrath
We just built a safe Haven

Africa
Unified especially in the minds of Diaspora 
Slums to the village, Townships to the gritty core 
To refugee camps and lands plagued by war 
Youth

the trainer we drip like the Met
Bet I put that bitch on a quest
I need ten by tonight nothing more nothing less
In the back Nobu she gon lift up her dress
She

prize
I speak that gritty dusty lingo
I rhyme flow slow like fresh made dough
I'm caked up my bread rising like the batter in the bowl
Me and the ones

Objects i'll be honest: it'd be
Better to run like
P diddy through streets gritty or suburbian
Move in a hurry, and, toys
We be herbing them many people

bub's got me wheezing
I keep it gritty from Finchley to thugs up in Neasden
Wrist glist, great charm, big whip, Range long
See me on the strip wit' them

That's faith in a plan that I really can't control
So I just do what I can, giving it my heart and soul
Working so hard, feeling kinda weary
Talking

got signed
It's funny how that dotted line weakens the rhyme
But let a label head put that "X" in front of my eyes
Don't be surprised if I fold under

pon stick pon stock
Call her Miss New Booty, she got thick on thick
Break a birdie down, I'm talking chick by chick

It's a very gritty world, you now

never share
Know when it get down to the gritty
I'm looking around and ain't nobody there

Nobody by my side
I get to wondering why
Wondering why you try

feeling pity
Sit and fidget, sit and fidget
Sit and fidget feeling pity
It's gritty in the prison
Similes are ridding me of synchronicity
Ego rules

shaved head, 

Ur crown will gets caved
By Some of our best made
Run around death game
fucking clowns get shanked


Im a fucken gritty cunt and ur sleeping

Coraline

She say she feel like she crazy
She say she a different person in the light of day,
But her panties melted off right away
Now she twerk it

And how, when I yell at my kids, it makes me feel shitty
The world is filled with shifty, low down gritty and grimy
So I stay to myself but with all my

Aye
That was way back then on the nine-ten
I remember well, it was nine-ten
Many years have passed since the nine-ten
Nine-ten, talking 'bout

wasn't for you, that was for me
You'd a got found in the back of one of them motherfuckers, bitch
I let you live
By the grace of God
Don't take my kindness