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FAR
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Potter Payper
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Didn't lapse, up north in the Moorlands Five hours on a sweaty, that's exhaustion All cah I'll touch a man's organ I'll put it in her pu**y like homemade abortion Alhamdulilah, my akh fresh from Iraq Said he got the dirty for the low, no extortion Keys like Ice City, keys like Morgan I used to send out a hundred texts every morning I spilled ketchup before I ever started saucing My Auntie said "don't you find this lifestyle boring?" But ain't nuttin boring about slapping and boring Rapping and trapping, now I'm touring But I'm banged up, I ain't performing I don't know why I find this life so alluring My Grandad was a alky, nuttin couldn't cure him Probably why I just p*ss Henny, not urine If you don't ride for the love, don't force him Tracky cause I'm trappy, not Valorin, Christian Dior-ing I just gave my Nan five racks from the wing Five bills on my kicks like money ain't a thing White boy, skinhead, no fade, no trim I'd like to give thanks to this razor and cling And this Pyrex bowl and the work I put in Probably kicked off your door, started searching for things Strip search with the SWAT, that's personal things So degrading, I call it growth, you say I'm changing But having no money never changed him Becah man makes the money, it don't make him So don't be mistaken, when I took the food and never paid him I had mouths to feed and I had rent that needed paying Man tried to kill me, I've seen shots ricocheting I don't fear death, I miss my dargs, I'm just saying How come when I hit the can I start praying? Astagfirullah, I just need a wife and a lay-in Cah I'm still road running, young scooter on And these bricks keep coming, life goes on And these rappers keep fronting, he raps it, I've done it f**k a runner, I run it up They never gave a sh*t when I was coming up Now she gives me hard head, she's a stubborn f**k How you fat and your ribs and your stomach touch? I was starving, why'd you think I stuck him up? I said I was starving, why'd you think I stuck him up? f**k a runner, I run it up They never gave a sh*t when I was coming up Now she gives me hard head, she's a stubborn f**k How you fat and your ribs and your stomach touch? Look I was sick of being white trash, broke and always poor Gangster to my core and I've done seen it all before Treat a junkie like a bestie, that's called building a rapport I'm riding through the city, middle finger to the law Smoking California draw till my eyes look Singapore b*t*hes used to - now I give them d**k galore And how they taking whores places that they can't afford? I don't take her nowhere, I just d**k her when I'm bored Put the money in the bag, that's what I call a bag secured They'd leave your brains on the floor for that half box of raw Smoking flavours in my cell, and I never sprayed the law Feeling like the cure, I know I could be a better man And that boy should've dropped but the Beretta jammed Never mind, bricks on bricks like it's Legoland Middle of the winter, you could get a tan He had too much heart and he's dead cah he never ran Gripping on this hammer with my sweaty hands Like God save my soul, I had to get my own I've been snaked by my friends and had to let that go Cah that's what got me the bird, I know Go guilty for the third, I know Put your heart in every verse, I know Put my heart in every verse, they know That's what got me - I know
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