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TYPICAL ME

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This one spiritual send man back to the mountain with ease Wars ainโ€™t physical mum stays strapped when she prays on her knees from area where they aim and they squeeze I was in ends when Kane made typical me Typical home life Typical grief We had minimal P Them man mix that brick with the water shot that rock minerals B Ever felt youโ€™re under a reef That gun barked Watch them leave That root ending under tree starving hungry to eat Them man crumble for P Serving grub to the fiends Swerve here comes the police Learning love from the streets Turn these buts (wait) turn these buts to beliefs Merging love with my grief Toss and Turn in my sleep Lost them words in my speech Merging love with my grief Toss and Turn in my sleep Lost them words in my speech Cops hurting my G Cops hurting my Typical Me Typical grief Iโ€™m getting tired of the difficulties x4 Saw my first strap at 11 years old it was way too easy Them man buss it, I just touched it I never stayed too greazy If they ever caught a case Iโ€™n reflecting now brudda it woulda been peak G Fingerprints all over the ting so the feds coulda thought Iโ€™m the one that squeezed it Sums up the ends though It ainโ€™t all friends in Kenzo It ainโ€™t all Benzes Endo Good yutes might end up dead bro Gunshots in crunshedo, young G might pull up in a rental, n jook man with a knife or a pencil, when they roll it's far from gentle Ten toes and still breathing thatโ€™s a win for me Us man grew up on Indomie and I make the gyal dem sing 4 me and Since then the things Iโ€™ve seen 3 dead bodies all of them squaddy But I donโ€™t want sympathy I donโ€™t even know what I want man I just know when Iโ€™ll pull up to the studio with nappy dreads and I get on the mic I just set it alight with my pain and my hapiness itโ€™s a hell of a ride Iโ€™m like jeckle and Hyde I just spray then I stack the rest Next day Iโ€™m back and blessed Switch that blood black and blessed Donโ€™t call me just text me Coz Iโ€™ve got bare things on my mind Donโ€™t tell me about next week Coz Iโ€™ve lost all concept of the time Typical Me Typical grief Iโ€™m getting tired of the difficulties