Cages 2 Stages
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You know
Feds thought they had me
Thought the music was dying and that
I'm flat out my face
But I done told you already
Don't break a nigga, make a nigga
Yeah, yeah
Aha, yeah, mhm
Jail cell, they thought I wouldn't be a winner
Blud, I had back crawl for dinner
Don't talk to the feds, shake hands with a killer
They don't like a rich man and they know he's a sinner
Now I live comfortably
Six figures in a day, what a luxury
Got my company, now they want my company
My youngers aim for your face if you fuck with me
Never lie, real talk, he will bun you
Smooth and humble, survive in a jungle
Stop man out if they're dropping a rumble
Then fly LV, then I go get a bundle
Spent more than a gyal with an uncle
Big chain, big plate, everyting's cool
They used to tell me that I wouldn't make it in school
Only pound signs changed, not my family
Burn the whole place down if I'm angry
Remember riding out on the train
December, looked him down on the mains
Pretender, you don't do what you say
I swear them fuckboys, they ain't in my lane
Trust me, peb line or headline, everyting sold
Rap star, remember when I used to sell dope
Feds man, pay man, I spend it on coats
My Brum ting lowkey loves to get choked to my verses
We fuck the gyal like you worship
Thirteen, riding out, eating sherbets
Situation make a man, it was worth it
Bang then reverse it
I remember ducking yutes, they're fast, they're fast
And never thought that T Wayne would take it that far
Couldn't pay for Forces, now I'm sorted
Used my car for storage, now it's mortgaged, uh
You know, it's funny 'cah
Back in the day, I couldn't even pay for the studio, you know
Things I had to do to cover the session
Shit, what can I say?
You lot changed my life
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