Lyrics:
the masters, Giving them the praise,
Earnest in the battlefields
Honoring her laws
Faithful to her councils, watchful for her cause
Follow Angelinia,
Who will
the masters, Giving them the praise,
Earnest in the battlefields
Honoring her laws
Faithful to her councils, watchful for her cause
Follow Angelinia,
Who will
the masters, Giving them the praise,
Earnest in the battlefields
Honoring her laws
Faithful to her councils, watchful for her cause
Follow Angelinia,
Who will
pepper on my steak"
I could either sell a tape or
Wrap a nigga in Sellotape distribute cakes
Just a nigga from a council estate
I know the jakes
would've took your
Soul with the metal on a council estate
Rolling with a nank on skates
Not one of these guys would've lasted a day
None of these guys
really time is of the essence
You feel me? I'm the boy that blew up
On the council estate
I want my face on the side
Of every bus that I've chased
I need
hoodie
Got me a brand new whip
Brand new bitch, brand new wap
Young fly boy getting paid off rap
And fucking up council flats
LD still pull up on wass
2-5
on council estates
I'm out here to hate
From a boy to a man
It's kinda mad when I look back
From grams to grands
In the city where we push at
From a boy
These bruddas keep acting up
But they don't want any drama
You have to appreciate your life
When you see what's happening in Gaza
I had them council
Wake up not feeling too pretty
I need to pack it in
I'm decorated with pity
I'll take it on the chin
I've learnt to live seeking council
To be
indo' out the window
Give a fuck about the jakes
In a shitty little trap, in a council estate
My bagger chops ass after ass on his plate
Had your bitch in
the most council houses (whoa)
There's always one cat where everyone says, "Don't serve him" (who?)
Me, I link him straight away, look in his eyes
vision down
Coveting the fiction, that your voice, an acclaimed sound
Painful remorse of what you could not see
Excruciating reminder of the council that
Crip
I really live this shit, you're a rappin'-ass bitch
I lost so many mates, I rub shoulders with greats
On this council estate, tenth floor in
a crowd
Your comfort is in numbers
A council to the crown
You’re broken by your wonders
Mary goes around
But does she ever stumble
Welcome to the house
model for a council estate ting (uh-uh)
I set up shop mid-operation after they raid them
I'm back sippin' on lean and Es, I feel amazin'
If a ho don't
Me, make me sick, yeah
There's a cancer in the room
And it ain't goin' nowhere
Salt rubbed in a wound, a council of despair
I wish I could care less
I know it's like the bottom of the sink (yeah)
Rich nigga still fuck a council estate bitch
Outside, hahahahahaha
Let me pour up
This album been
to your ye
In and out of these council flats
Tryna better my stacks, packs letting it fly
I'm in the trap with the ramz on my lap
If I ain't got scales,
all glidin'
Bine 'em, bine 'em, fuck the wrong timin', knife him, slime him
Leave the machine in the council flat
If there's opps on the block, then
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