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Brushed up now I'm keepin' them all clean, still smooth
Fresh flesh givin' you all free
14, I had dreams, now I live what I foresee
Only f**kin' wi ma myself cos this isn't football G
Man are like Riz, can you give me some more please
Same n***as that were hatin' they didn't support me
All they rap about is money, I'm thinkin' like Lord please
If these n***as gettin' P's why they struggle for court fees?
Still a top boy man I kill it like Du Shane
In the birthday suit man I'm in it like Bruce Wayne
Lookin' like a mil but I treat it like loose change
I just haven't got the time I just beg for a few days
Who changed? Not me, still live on the block G
Still five p's short for my Snickers like boss please
Air Force One's come in white like my front teeth
In my MG shorts, non of my n***as got these
Take flights just to go to the coast and I coast by no stress
Put it in gear now ghost ride, both sides we ain't reppin' no colour or throw signs
We just do it by ourselves we ain't lookin' for cosigns ayy
So please tell me who's up next
Gotta say my prayers, they ain't stoppin' me God bless
Speakin' wi ma dawgs they say I'm deeper than this music
Why you swimmin' wi the sharks when you can swim wi the Loch Ness?
Workin' on ma craft, you been runnin' your mouth
You see I came from runnin' up and now I run wi the sounds, sh*t
Take a couple months then I return like a round trip
We grow up a penny up and we still tryna make pounds flip
And I'm still the new kid in the town, I'm big in the sound
From turnin' 8 figures they're still tryna figure me out
Man I f**ked your baby momma wi the kids in the house
I ain't your Daddy little man you better sit on the couch and listen
Tryna censor the logic I can't find, f**k crime
Why you gassin' the kids that you can't die
Always braggin' 'bout the wing but my n***as can't fly, they all dumb
See they rap about things that they can't buy
Ayy, it's the return of the Mac
I ain't Travis mate, whoever put the birds in the trap?
I never had it silly b*t*hes they were curvin' me back then
Tryna make the money while we were swervin' the tax men
Flossin' our shines, look at me brother one of a kind
You know you love it brother, swallow your pride, just be real
I'm runnin' up the numbers no wonder my feet kill
I Just open up the Canada sauce and resell

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