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De-De-De-DefBeats did them dirty
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I been stuck in the roads from young
And I can't lie, it's been loads of fun
Baby, I can not show no love (Nah), but I might know someone
My lightskin ting used to hold my grub
M-I-A used to hold my gun
When the feds come, I gotta run
But I can't breathe 'cause I got smokers lungs

I drop a vid on the 'net and it's trendin'
So I guess that I'm trendy
I'ma make sure you shoot all the gyals
See, I'm cute, and I'm suttin' in the [?]
I couldn't give an F like Fendi (Nah)
I'm chillin' with my G like Gucci (That's real)
I've been up and rockin' Mayfair with Ganzy
She in love with the sushi
She try tell mе she's a virgin, but f**k like a p***o movie
I'm chillin' in a blackеd out whoopty
They don't like me 'cause I'm tall and bookey
Bad things on my life, that's down to karma
Had bare gyal bringin' me drama
And she don't wanna be friends
She tryna be my baby mama
She wants a whole load of money and designer things (Whole load of money and designer things)
She wants a wedding and diamond rings
But B, I can't buy those things (No way)
I'm from my hood where I still gotta jugg and wait for my line to ring
But I won't stop till we're all livin' nice at Kings
But most of my guys locked in
If I whoop, ush your girl with a smilin' grin and
She might let me slide it in
N***as don't look 'cah they're scared that they might get chinged 'cah I'm a guy that sins
I was chillin' in the wing with lifers
Chillin' in the wing with thugs and punks
And couple dirty old timers
I was in the jailhouse with mad yutes
Self-harmers and dirty arse ricids
There's no one else like this
I'm black and I'm white, but my skin tone look like I'm from Cyprus
Mask on my face, I can't catch a virus
Feds ask too much questions, but I know my silence
And please don't step on my section
'Cah we're known for violence
And 'cause I sit in jail, just know that I still get rich in jail
P*ssed that the judge didn't give me bail
Gotta hide everything when they spin my cell
Back then, I was thinkin' things like who outside tryna link my girl
Last opp that I bucked, man, I buss his head and his pad mate walkin' with a limp as well
I been stuck in the roads from young
And I can't lie, it's been loads of fun
Baby, I can not show no love (Nah), but I might know someone
My lightskin ting used to hold my grub
M-I-A used to hold my gun
When the feds come, I gotta run
But I can't breathe 'cause I got smokers lungs

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