Lyrics:
wapping,
Reagan bombs Libya (keep your head down), Russian
Nuclear reactor is ablaze.
1987 Beirut gun man attack U.N., Argentinian president
Ends arms
still living in a council estate with your Mum, that’s mad
How you gonna get spun by a guy with a pen and a pad
Man know every single brand of garms,
zone, like it's two three
Ridin' with the bro's, smokin' blunts in the two seat
Can't kick it for free, more serious than fun
If you do it by yourself,
you're facin'
Prosecution set it with your opening statement
Your honor, before we get started
I'd like to give my condolences to the family
can't love one)
I don't ever lose, I boss up, then I won, won (Then I won, won)
I'm runnin' round through the city with my gun, gun (Oh my God)
People they whispering
It don't get no realer
Sixteen with a body he a killer
Running around with a stick like Donatello
Man these niggas out to
Murder
the time for this man im selfmade
Tee grizzley now I just Activate
Hit the plug get the weight
Hit cuz we move the weight
Move that shit upstate
Get
your due
You built a maze you can't get through
I tried to help you all I can
Now I can't do nothin' for you man
I can't do nothin' for ya man
You
listen to the rough shit
My clique bring
(Throw ya motherfuckin' hands up)
I done said it many times
Busters still can't see
Y'all niggas can't fuck with
the beat go?
Bring that, shit back, didn't want to hear that, clik-clak
Tons of fun with guns
Fuck all the lil' chit-chat get back get that get that
Who
the deal with Jay
I got my first number one and you was on the run with me
Never want to leave the country if I can't take my gun with me
You weren't with
it's gon' put you down, I call it Joe Frazier
I ain't fuckin' with these niggas man, these niggas glazers
I still like my ratchet girls, I need a sexy
hand
Don't you know you're just a worker and your boss is my man?
L.L. this, L.L. that, soon as I walk in the place
I want to take my gun and shoot
ass bitch, no I can't trust a ho
I'm still in the hood
Nigga eatin' lunchables nigga
Casok
Smokin' on dope, I ain't got no worries
I fuck with
he the man cause he done tossed a hundred ones
Rolling back to back like I can't feel it in my lungs
I been trying to quit the game, but they keep
think he the man, cause he done tossed a hundred ones
Rolling back to back like I can't feel it in my lungs
I been trying to quit the game, but they keep
We ride abide, the laws that we live by
Oh my, oh my, starving and trying to get by
But when a man dies, the next man rides
Ready for war with a four
Never link none of my exes secretly
If it's beef with you, then it's beef with me
So if I die by the gun
And you don't wanna ride out, don't tweet rest
out to all the refugee gangs around the world
Signal, signal, y'all need to chill with the drive-by's
It was the fourth of July I heard the cherry bomb
barbaric than Conan
They asking for work, and you say 'no man, you can't be trusted'
They walked down your street and get busted
By your so-called justice
(standard)
I tell man (standard), them boy (standard)
Fourteen, I was in the hood with the gangsters
Can't be a dickhead in my hood, you'll get banded
love me, they make a mans heart stop
The shit you find horrifyin' gets laughed off
I'm like Meekz, bro, I won't stop, can't stop
Yeah, it's kinda
decapitating the liar that was big game hunting with nothing but a stick plucked from a tree planted by spirits so weak they can't even grow flowers and are
take it
Leave it
I don't shot dark
Racist
Fuck most man I'm done with the fake shit
Take this
Got that thing I'm an alien
Wanna be gone but me I can't
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