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Yeah, Yungs This one's Off the Record [?] in the building, of course I've seen weed turn my best friend mad Why do you think that I don't blaze? I've seen my favourite rappers go broke Why do you think that I don't rave? I don't stunt when I get paid Me, I'd rather get the dough and save I've got my dream whipped but I'm still working like a slave Move my mum out of the hood before I got myself a chain Sixteen, I should've been in school getting grades But I was putting my other best friend in the grave The OG's in the ends say they're proud and I'm brave I took their sons out the hood, they never throw shade I've had bags, I've had boxes, I've rolled with a blade Yeah Lord knows I've sinned but not as much as I've prayed I put my bredrins on their first flight I've beat the girls that you wifeyed on the first night I've had the worst nights I watched my bredrin go and dip a yout' Then switch up and change the road for the church life, it's mad If you're my brother, you don't stab me in the back So I guess you ain't my brother 'cause you never had my back And if I left it down to you, you would've left me in the trap And I know that one will hurt because you know I'm talking facts Yeah, another problem I didn't need I found a way out when they didn't believe And don't question if I'm loyal fam, when I support Liverpool In 26 years I ain't seen us win the league Uh, I still never walk alone My cous' came out of jail, I gave him dough like "Welcome home" A couple years ago I might've bought him food but f*ck all that man I'm grown This is that real shit, this ain't no sad tune I would bring everyone if I had room Yeah I've got neeky friends and I've got mad goons Who ain't got tats, but they've got stab wounds My nephew, he just listens to that gang shit I do this shit so he don't have to do that gang shit Chilling on my lonely and we're vibing to that Sam Smith Rubbing on my palms at the Atlantis Fam I lost the girl I love to bitch tryna live up to this rap shit Now every girl I link's just some gold-digging catfish Or they're just some table-hopping broke hoes moving like they're ratchet Acting all prestige but they don't have shit That's why I don't club and I don't own no diamonds I don't buy spades, my hearts still be shining I don't wanna know why you ain't blown, stop crying Fam you chose to marry hoes, why you whining? I told my brother put down the clips, focus on the grinding f*ck who blows next, it's hard work and it's timing G's moving silent, it's always dickheads that are hyping You only sell draws bro, you ain't ducking sirens I've seen man question if I'm bad Question if I'm really from the hood Yeah that's sweet, you can question all you want But don't ever question if I'm good I go inside out You ain't never seen your bredrin back his 9 out Real life, broad day shit where you can't sign out Ask Sneakbo if I'm lying, I've even seen f*cking angels ride out I've been on my block from 11 15 I was in Crown Court with 5 of my bredrins Apes, the feds tried to say they found a weapon Before I moved to Thornton Heath, I was looking at a 7 Yeah, I see a lot of funny shit I saw a lot of man jumping ship They thought they ended my career with that running clip Two years later, look who's platinum and who's running shit
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