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Sav NDO
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Sav getting in any moment
Urban Culture
I dunno what to do
My main nigga switched up and I don't have a clue
I'm talking to God and he's selling me sig-ns
I think that I need to mo-ove
The devil keep telling me sho-ot
I started from a half a Q
I don't think I could ever believe it
My own niggas want me to lose
I still can't believe it was you
I still can't believe it was you (I Can't)
Tell me then what would you do
I was young with a machine with nothing to lose
I came home tryna kill for my Bruce, was it worth it
I could've done 30 for you
But Bish murdered a yute
And when gang went broke I chucked them food
Came home first week and planned a move
I ain't gon deal with ungrateful yutes
Six in the hammer tried feed them two
Hands up, I don't wanna see noone move
Put your phones on the table 'nd dish man the food
Refusing it's nothing about exit booms
Still got my flick blade when I'm out in Spain
Right now worlds feeling like a fucked up place
Covid and socials fucked out the game
My nigga H got a 12 and it fucked up my brain
Since then it ain't been the same
Still trap everyday that's my mind of frame
Wait, did I mean frame of mind?
Step with intent to fill 'em with bine
Anytime, anyday, for them it's on site
I ain't nothing to my son if I'm doing up life
So right now I really gotta think what's right
I really gotta think what's next
If it ain't my baby mum asking for bread
Then it's kitty's asking for ticks its 'mense
Young nigga on the train with a thousand pebs
My new ting ask why I'm stressed all the time
Even when I'm not I still tell her I'm fine
She don't even know I tried fill him with bine
With blood on my hands from this life of crime
My son don't know that I'm drilling tonight
I was sitting in jail niggas left me behind
I don't really know why it's hard to find
A good girl, body count less than five
I don't need nuttin' just a little bit of time
When I'm in the T just need a little bit of space
I don't really want you calling my line
If I do suttin' nuts you're involved in the case
Stepped out for a sale, but suttin' got shaved
You ain't never stabbed one of them to try get his mates
If the bullet never got stuck, would've gone bliss
You ain't never jump out, try get 'em in his face
I got this brum ting calling me bab
Just hold this gun 'lemme pebble this slab
I already know I shouldn't treat her like that
It's the life and the game I'm involved in, mad
It's the life I'm involved in
Sitting in bandos
Crackhead's, all of 'em smoking
My nigga switched up so I might have to smoke him
I remember the first time I ever done a poking
I looked R in his eyes he was choking
Pull up, slap man
Cause a commotion
Tears when I'm writing, so much emotion
I gave my life to this streets devotion
Praying to God please show me my enemies
Next thing you know gang switched on a joke ting
I ain't really into that boasting
I ain't gonna tell a soul when I go toast him
Cook him, roast him, the cars in motion
Or I'm in the T combining potions
My baddie from Sheffield always wants lotion
Babe don't stress, man I need to stay focused
I need to stay focused now
I'm looking for feds and them paigon's about
Do a drill, snap SIM, bro I'm in and I'm out
I don't know why you switched
Bro I'm thinking how
We could've been at the top,both looking down
Seven days out of jail
Nearly slapped man's crown
60 bags in ends got me the talk of the town
And that's not from crack, just loud
Three litre twin turbo and I'm speeding round
(Speeding around)
(Speeding around)
There's beamers behind so I de-camp the whip
Did it with GWizz, but now he's a snake
Niggas G checked him
I tried blade man's face
Had six of them stoter yutes doing the race
ZK knives tried turn him to an eighth
Got the drop whilst whippin
Then picked up my blade
I don't know what to do
My main nigga switched up and I don't have a clue
I'm talking to God and he's sending me sig-ns
I think that I need to mo-ove
The devil keeps telling me sho-ot
Started from a half a Q
I don't think I could ever believe it
My own niggas want me to lose
I still can't believe it was you
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