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Juls/Kojey Radical
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Juls Baby
Yo
Easy
Ok. Straight in
My enemies leave faceless
Can't slip, can't leave no traces
Put faith in the books like Ma$e did
Gracious, I found truth in statements
Found self on distant stages.
Man can't tell me about patience.
Spent nights in the darkest places.
Man can't tell me about grind
Ten toes put holes in trainers
Can't parlay with pagans
Old friends now distant strangers
Old money make new friends later
Long time since minimum wages
Long time since man has seen angels
Like wait, where
Ok, you're bad now cool
Young boy move like man ah old skool
G's I know said they don't know you
So we roll through your ends like man ah local
Like um, ok you're bad now, cool.
Go on then do a what a bad man do
I know G's that will test that gangster
Make man lean like criminal smooth
Like whoa. Mic to mouth. Cheque to cheque
And I still go city to city repping the set like whoa
Who got now? I got next. Like don't lack. You wanna slip i'm at necks.
Like whoa. Still do the trouble with no stress.
And I still got a couple of tenants that owe rent like whoa.
Couple of seconds till mans vex and my
Bruddas wanna shoot the breeze like air vents
We make this shit look normal
We make this shit look normal
I got a couple of scars that ain't normal
I know a couple bruddas that ain't cordial
We make this shit look normal
We make this shit look normal
I got a couple of poems that ain't formal
But we just load the pen up and aim for you
We make this shit look normal
We make this shit look normal
I got a couple of scars that ain't normal
I know a couple bruddas that ain't cordial
We make this shit look normal
We make this shit look normal
I got a couple of poems that ain't formal
But we just load the pen up and aim for you
Active, man can't tell be bout active
Loose lips sink ships like anchors
Manamana had strength samson
Manamana knew tons like Stuey
Still by any means like Malcom
Them man just talk won't do it
Them man run yute like fountain
Mind mine, then I stack my stack my
Me nuh bother with no bad vibe. Bad mind
Still im coming for the crown, yeah that time
Yeah that time. Likkle bit late like black time
Oi big man. Oi big man. Black skin don't mean come trick man.
Black thoughts in a blacked out whip man.
From the block man been run distance
Cool. Come again. Cool. Try Again. Cool. Try tek man fool,
Man a get spun. Stone cold stun.
Pen up and done. Bangers on deck when I tuck them jewels
Bangers on deck when I grip that bass
Still got love for the birds like Wayne
Gally like 'Cool'. Man are like 'Safe'
Lizzie like 'Hi' then 'I know your face'
Well, all the fake love might make man rich.
Still got love for my G's in the bits. 233 +44 +27.
Say we run it like this. All the fake love might make man cold,
Know I been that. Know I been this.
Know I been down, now they call man King
We make this shit look normal
We make this shit look normal
I got a couple of scars that ain't normal
I know a couple bruddas that ain't cordial
We make this shit look normal
We make this shit look normal
I got a couple of poems that ain't formal
But we just load the pen up and aim for you
We make this shit look normal
We make this shit look normal
I got a couple of scars that ain't normal
I know a couple bruddas that ain't cordial
We make this shit look normal
We make this shit look normal
I got a couple of poems that ain't formal
But we just load the pen up and aim for you
Them can't done the dance like me
Didn't wanna know now they look like me
Ring ring ring, but they get declined
Only got day one g's round me
Run up in the set like hi it's me
Same old codes from 4-0-G
Them can't run the dance like me
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