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Chorus: If it weren’t for the L’s we took The wins wouldn’t feel so righteous Families ties my guy It’s only the family, no outsiders Remember the times my hood was at one It’s f**ked, now we’re all divided Whatever the weather we get up and grind We’re grinding whatever the climate I’m young but I’m business minded Treat this sh*t like the trap and blow First whip was a Vauxhall Astra Next one I need an Aventador Now that I’m up they forgеt I’m human At times I still feel low I’ll sell evеrything that you can in the trap but I swear I won’t sell my soul Verse 1: 20 bag my trainer collection What do you mean 5 bags for a show Just had a meeting talk with a label Same day that I got [?] I’m trained to go Living my movie, playing my role I’m trained to go Keep the convo brief, I ain’t saying no more We step into bandos, and make ourselves at home I was young tryna do my ting Everyday same drip you could tell I was broke It’s funny how [?] I disappear now they’re belling my phone My ex she didn’t believe me I remember I said I would blow Chorus: If it weren’t for the L’s we took The wins wouldn’t feel so righteous Families ties my guy It’s only the family, no outsiders Remember the times my hood was at one It’s f**ked, we’re all divided Whatever the weather we get up and grind We’re grinding whatever the climate I’m young but I’m business minded Treat this sh*t like the trap and blow First whip was a Vauxhall Astra Next one I need an Aventador Now that I’m up they forget I’m human At times I still feel low I’ll sell everything that you can in the trap but I swear I won’t sell my soul Verse 2: Last of the real , I’ll do what it takes I’m feeling out numbered, there’s too much fakes I got paranoia, there’s too much jakes I’m not going through this again We felt too much pain to settle for fame I want the whole estate Shoebox money, the dough ain’t safe I pray for the day that I clean They say they love me but they don’t mean it Speak to the bag I need it immediately I keep on eating a secret ingredient, secrecy Back then it was hard for me These days I’m getting it easily Bad b travelling W12 She’s coming from E15 Chorus: If it weren’t for the L’s we took The wins wouldn’t feel so righteous Families ties my guy It’s only the family, no outsiders Remember the times my hood was at one It’s f**ked, we’re all divided Whatever the weather we get up and grind We’re grinding whatever the climate I’m young but I’m business minded Treat this sh*t like the trap and blow First whip was a Vauxhall Astra Next one I need an Aventador Now that I’m up they forget I’m human At times I still feel low I’ll sell everything that you can in the trap but I swear I won’t sell my soul
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