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Four and a half straight to a nine Into the box, the game is mine Hit that trap and bill up the line The mandem are dogs, all on slime 'Cause I’m live from the bando Chopping trees with my Rambo Anyone's ends, I can go Roll with the gang when I go to a show Yeah, live from OT I got live five on me G Triple OG, ODT And I got life from my T YGs on 3Gs ODB, I need my P's O’s and keys, you know my steez Roll my sleeve, the Rolie sleep Two and a Q straight to a pack Get yourself hurt if you're talking smack Green in the cut, I don't f**k with crack I was with Yas bagging O's in the trap 'Cause I've got life on my T On the M6 doing one-fifty Better bring that dough if you owe mе P Thirty-six, yeah you know we're OG's B-B10, you know it’s all gang BB Gun, yеah this one bangs See these ends and man don’t play Keep your friends a mile away I was with Bowz in the trap house Chopping up flowers, money and power Disrespect, get yourself showered Have a man dashed off BT Tower Get a man dashed off the balcony When I was down you weren't helping me When I was broke you tried sell me dreams Now man are up it ain’t hard to see 'Cause I'm life, I'm the graveyard Life is a game, play the right card Sawn-off shotty left a man scarred Big bad Bowzy’s moving rah Bid bad Yas and I'm moving rags Have a man gone for about two bags Top shelf shotter like porno mags Have a man smoked then I smoke a fag 'Cause I'm live from the cemetery When I die, bury me a G p*ssing Henny on my enemies Said he wants two so we send him three Yeah he said he wants five so I sent him ten Send the location, mention when Pray that my life don't end in pen f**k them pricks, I ain't friends with them 'Cause I'm live from Small Heath Invest in a watch, invest in a skeng Wanna just cotch with a girl that's peng Straps called Glen and he mix up leng Live from HMP Where real G's fill up canteen Live from Small Heath Where the other side don't reach Live from overseas In a Four Seasons en-suite Five star linguine This how the big boys go sleep Yeah I can put a big man straight to sleep Playing with fire but can't take the heat Holler at Bowzer to make the beat See me with Yaseen from A to B 'Cause I'm live from the place to be Against all odds but we play for keeps Them man are sheep, Little Bo Peep They're gonna get a skin fade, take a seat I'll jack that pu**y and do it again Wrap that pack and send it to Kent Said it's all love but he ain't my friend Too much dirt I need to repent Too much graft and I cannot chill Man need dough so open the till Land at your yard like Grant and Phil Ends full of monsters, shanks and steel See me in dirty B10, 3310 Worked hard, I had a early weekend If it's not my [?] it's earning me then Arm-band you so swerve the deep-end Don't you dare pretend The manor's ours, we don't share these ends A bag of bars, don't care if he sends Don't make me call my serious friends pu**y Son of a b*t*h
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