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(Moe Alka on the mix) Yo (Maniscooler) Yo I f-I fly out birds and I write words, everybody knows me, I'm local Big darg, can't slip, darg, get you whacked out from a phone call N***as talk when I'm not around, when I come around, they ain't vocal Twenty-plate n***as tryna chat me, check my back when I'm old-school Love-love-love cost an arm and a leg, probably why I don't put trust in my friends Man know that I got beef in the ends, so when I'm in the hood, I just be 'round skengs Did-did-didn't get help off no one I need a line, got my own one I needed a brick, so I stole one Why you think the flow's new darg, it's my own one All I know is clientele, buy and sell, I'll go half on it Mad thoughts of my darg switchin', so I gotta keep an eye on him My young G said, "It's rusty", I say, "You got beef, so just slide with it" My young G said, "It's rusty" (Uh), I say, "You got beef (Uh), so just slide with it" Always roll in crowds, huh I'll make the party lit Told me that she wanna keep me around The way that I talk make her heartbeat skip They didn't help me, so don't ask for favours (Mm, mm) You're makin' money, this food is contagious (Ah-uh-huh) Always roll in crowds, huh I'll-I'll make the party lit Told me that she wanna keep me around The way that I talk make her heartbeat skip They didn't help me, so don't ask for favours (Mm, mm) You're makin' money, this food is contagious (Ah-uh-huh-uh) Who's that in them blue jeans in that black vest at the trap door? Feds comin' through the window, had me runnin' through that backdoor Runnin' up them flat stairs, It had me jumpin' off of them flat floors Cat ting got no damn paws, mum said, "Why you sellin' crack for?" Why-why-why am I sellin' crack for? 'Cah we was mad poor and that crack sells I was OT hittin' mad cells, my line ringin' doin' mad deals Time-time-times I walked that rocky road, slippin' liked I walked on snow So much stories I ain't told with the mandem feelin' all alone It was rollin' like a rollin' stone All the nights I spent with bro Sorry mum, I'm comin' home That's the story that I told But there's somethin' about the 'hood that it won't let you grow But I got a thing (Uh) for it and I can't let it go What's the point of speakin' if you ain't got a plan? Uh, run up a hundred bags All these moves that I made in silence, it's so mad that I got these fans You-you never trusted the process, please know all these feelings are mutual, gang Who would've knew this [?] would come got [?] can't believe I'm banned Pour me up or bill me one 'cause I feel better when I'm zoned Look around and I see no one, I do missions on my own Any problems that I got, there ain't nobody I could phone They can't say they drew me out, I'll paint a picture on your ho'-o-o Always roll in crowds, huh I'll make the party lit Told me that she wanna keep me around The way that I talk make her heartbeat skip They didn't help me, so don't ask for favours (Mm, mm) You're makin' money, this food is contagious (Ah-uh-huh) Always roll in crowds, huh I'll-I'll make the party lit Told me that she wanna keep me around The way that I talk make her heartbeat skip They didn't help me, so don't ask for favours (Mm, mm) You're makin' money, this food is contagious (Ah-uh-huh-uh, huh)
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