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Lemon Pepper Freestyle
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Potter Payper
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I've done so much reflecting I forgot my reflection I know loving from a distance, tryna keep a connection When you're lost can't nobody really give you direction You've gotta find your own way, due care and attention Like me and Muni on the train from West Ham to Debden Those were simpler times I love and hate to remember Cah nowadays everybody's got secret agendas I stayed loyal to the road, it could give me a rеference Lеast it could do, the amount of times it give me a sentence Now when they talk about ghost they give me a mention I'm a Barking boy, I'm old school like Danny Kempton So what I do for me I'd do for you, no question I done a mazza in the kitchen like Heston I've had blocks from Brentwood to Preston They can't chat me, I did more with less than That's how I know that this was destined and natural selection And now running down this paper's coming like an obsession I'm not a fan of all the tension and the passive aggression These times the closest around you has got the maddest intentions Due to have me sweatboxed and the saddest endeavours So how'd you get rich and not make the hood jealous? Goodfellas, I've got ties I never could sever And I've always got my suttin just for good measure You can't tell me about crack bro, I push hella Down the block doing burpees and press-ups Stress up, thinking why's my head so messed up? My stepdad used to beat my mum and drink Stella Them times all I wanted was a Fruitella Teachers used to tell me that I think I'm too clever Too pepper, on smoke with whomever So solid, I'm too mega, the new era Don't love me when I'm dead if you hate me when I do better Nipsey blue coupe weather It's bait, don't try me cah I still shoot whether I see A jump out with his ZK He drills in real life, not on Pressplay Twenty songs, no features on my last tape And they be skipping your sh*t like leg day I've got dirty on the spoon like egg race Still pop a one G-LOC on the estate All they do is talk and make the real ones on the ends bait I was trapping on the block before I went kway Them days six white got my rent paid Jailhouse, banging out with my head shaved You know what you done, got your friend shaved I don't really care, you ain't gotta explain If you're my dawg then you ain't gotta set pace Standing by my friends' graves Never been good for my head space Exhale on this Biscotti I weren't in no party but was giving out Molly I was in the bando, three for twenty-five and the white's all brolly Crown court and I'm all sorry not sorry Catch him on the rebound It's different from when I caught him on the volley They make it look good for the Gram, I see the pictures all glossy But I know that my success is slowly killing people softly You gone mad? You can't boss me or double cross me Watch who you keep around you cah that be costly I've got the gift of the gab, I'm like Del-Boy You're just a full-time plonker like Rodney Free my boys, that's duppies and robberys And county lines, free Frosty I'm on everyday weed and shank possession Early morning, in the mirror with a blank expression Cause I know bad intentions, I learned gangster lessons And these are serious times, man will slap your melon I'm burning L, I know my nan's in Heaven
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