Correction Paroles SOUTHSIDE TO SOUTHWEST par Rops1

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Verse 1 (Nter):
Eh
Alright
Real sh*t
Aye
Front seat and I'm masked up
Don't play games just ask cuz
Got ten thugs with ten guns
Five lives with five knives
Fifteen ways that you can die
My hitter's in Hilfiger
No finger action we pull triggers
Before grime I been a driller
Caution
Proceed with caution
Rap game extortion
I'm armed with a blade I do damage
And I'm GBH so I'm still savage
This real facts
This drill rap
Been strapped from them flats
New wave, it's your grave
If no face then no case
Nike track' with them big blades
Gang tats on my face
That thing burst
Like a ram raid
I'm a king lad stay in ya place
In a black truck
And we strapped up
Steppin' out with them blades tucked
Don't give a f**k
See we gutter bruz
You act tough and you get slumped
What!
This real sh*t
45 with that full clip
45 got the full quit
Ask about me underground kings
See I been around since way back
Made the money on the serch lad
We paved the way for you young c**ts
Body bags get wrapped up
My ops get slashed up
Underground but I'm on top
Free Celly
My boy heavy
Won't hesitate to cut ya belly
Trap runners go gang-gang
We make money we slang-slang
Live long that bally down
We pullin' up and it's bang-bang
Verse 2 (Rops1):
Oi
Look
Real Talk
Oi
Five ad-lays in a blacked out whip
Blacked out tracksuit
Blacked out kicks
All blacked out when we hitting them licks
Got a big ros' go do a f**k up ya wrist
I ain't play no games nah f**k that I'ma just aim for a mil'
I'm independent I do it on my own
My team know for a fact I don't need no deal
At 15 I was poppin' tills
And creepin' back rooms just to get some cash
Now I do shows just to earn a stack
I blow that quick
Coz I know I make it back
They wanna chat 'bout shootings
And cheffin' to kicking in doors
But they ain't done none
Go check the scoreboard just to see who's winning
I know just for a fact that they ain't cheffed none
I been on road yelling FTP
Free all my boys that are locked up now
I've been in the trap for like 8 days straight tryna bag this cash and flip these pounds
Yeh I'm Still active
Yeh I'm still on road
Still out here I ain't stopping this
They wanna send shots but their shots won't hit
If I send shots back we be dropping things
Told Nter I'ma just grind
He was like Rops just get to the bag
Try f**k around with the team this year just know I got that big ting packed
Yeh I'm doing eetswa
I know my worth
Trust me cuz I'ma run this scene
Give me two years and I'll be as big as Kers'
I'll make sure they all f**k with me
I've been progressin' tryna do this
Parole on my back but I still ain't phased
Yeh I'm tryna get to the money this year but it's f**ked up coz I can't leave the state
Producers chat and these labels talk
I don't give a f**k about none of these frauds
I ain't looking for no handouts cuz
If I want something I be booting off gauze
Got YG's out in the street
I don't play no games when I comes to the trap
Don't try flexing with bands or grams coz I swear down cuz we'll just come to ya gaff
They used to hate on the kid now look where I'm at
I'm on road getting paid from this
I used to shut down sets for free now I only turn up if they're paying the kid

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