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Mum said the streets be the death of me
Still alive, life's dead
What's ahead of me
(Blanco)
Dreams dyin' from prison
It's a cemetery
Won't let it get me down
Physically, or mentally
(Yes, AlexJP)
Yeah, we take lives
Yeah, we take lives
Done a hundred of views
And watch my K rise
All I think about is money (Recoil madeโ)
I can't waste time
And you know I gotta do it for my legacy
You know I gotta do it for my legacy (I love you brother)
You know I gotta do it for my legacy
Say you know I gotta do it for my legacy (I love you AGB)
Alhamdulillah always, though
All I think about is money
I can't waste time
All I think about is money
I can't waste time
Is he killer or a artist
Where I come from
They're heartless
And your chest is the target
Still home's where the heart is
From the blocks to the market
Niggas die, niggas get life
And all we say is "Charge it to the game"
Score points and get a name
It don't matter how it started
Cah it's get back for the get back
Of a get back
There's a dead man
And a friend that won't forget that
You better get a heater
Cah it's colder than the Artic Ocean
It's deeper than rap
You get comfortable with murder
Moncler, and a burner
Niggas fiend for a pack
Niggas hurt cah they hurtin'
Every time a nigga wake up
He wanna close curtains
No comment, no comment
On repeat like a broken record
Sick and tired of seein'
Are you sick and tired of being sick and tired
Will he follow deen
Or follow his desires
Devil on both shoulders
It's hard tryna fight with fire
Every day like Halloween
Mask on like Michael Myers
Long swords, no shields
The estate's a battlefield
.44s, 9 mils
Till you're under fire
You won't comprehend
How battle feels
Ten racks was a lot
Till I see a hunna
Now a thousand like a wunna
Sittin' down for twenty summers
If I get that appeal
I'll deffo make them mills
Give it all to raise my son
Greatest rapper from my borough
Couldn't care about a colour
Drill it cah I love my brother from another
But my actual brother from my mother
Love him like no other
I hope my sister know I love her
Fuck the social services
Cah they made us suffer
Made me anti-social
Fuck the system, nigga, listen
Fuck the socials
Send the postal if you miss him
Free my niggas on the 'Gram
Ain't helpin' niggas stuck in prison
Scam told me I'm a legend that's livin'
How this niggas from the streets
He so eloquent
How I make murder sound so elegant
It's evident he ain't just a drill rapper
That savage is intelligent
He done it from a whole 'nother continent
How's he independent
Cah I'm confident
Had me changin' queens into presidents
Kenyan and American
My son is a African
I dress him in French and Italian
And as long as you want real
I'll stay relevant
Remember me
When you're at his place of remembrance
Gangsta and a gentleman
I can take your bitch with a compliment
And make a nigga, nigga
Who if it's your boo
I wanna dip in too
I can turn your main to my condiment
These hoes ain't genuine
Nowadays niggas are so feminine
Embarrassin'
They gossip and they fabricatin' lies
And propagandain'
So nowadays if it ain't money
I hear mandarin
Who let the dragon in
I was in the dark
And I brought a candle in, literally
Thought, "Should I fly back and gamble it"
Nah, fuck it, I'll handle it
There weren't nothin' but the candle lit
Dinners romantic
But it humbled me
And made me go harder
Got to patternin'
Got to patternin'
When I made Double Tap with Fred
I thought, "Is this really happenin'"
Then I thought the same
When the feds came knockin' on my door
Tryna put me on a next plane
Now I got a answer
For my previous shenanigans
Daddy didn't vanish son
There's a lot to explain
I hope that you ain't mad at him
Hope that you ain't mad at me
Judge threw the book at me
Should've been at Glastonbury
I'm still makin' handsome P's
Do it for my legacy
Nigga, you can't envy me
We turnt that nigga history together
Have you got a short memory
When we left the garden of peace
I was ready for war
The blood poured
I didn't pour out no Hennessy
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