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Part 1

Ayy, oi, listen, yeah, your life can change in a year
Big up everyone supporting, you feel me?
Chase your dream, you get me?
Ayy
This one's real, no rap cap, straight authentic
You get me? From the streets, straight bars, ayy
Lets get 'em, Charlie
Yo

Let me show you the life that I lived, I was living in the hood with bros and Mum
'013 days was hectic, in and out of court for the things I done
Man first got nicked at twelve, tryna rob man live in the streets then run
Hella CIDS in the station, I can never talk to thе pigs, that's dumb
On the frontline doing up a madness, sticking up youts for a iPhonе 6
Yeah, eight when I went to the cells, I remember the days and my mum got p*ssed
Man promise, I won't say nothin', the feds keep bluffin', I still won't snitch
Try offer me a duty solicitor but I said "No, better suck my d**k"
In the booth, gotta grip it and shoot
Big wap put a n***a on mute
I know real bad boys from the West, extendo clip, put your face on news
Life's hard but the struggle ain't cute
Grind hard, gotta hustle and move
See a yout that I'm on like Abz, man tell big bro "Ayy, spin that coupe"
It's like 3AM in the morning, feds kept kicking in my door non-stop
Hella firearm jakes in my face, I was p*ssed in my heart and my dog got shot
Had so much bells in the gaff, coulda dished out corn at your whole damn block
Man prayed and my bro bust case, bare Scotland Yard tryna get man locked
About two, three years went by, full of hope, first year I see mumsie cry
I went hard in the music thing then "Opp Thot" blew and it changed man's life
I met serious thugs in colly, my darg like Dan might ching man live
Imagine if I never did music, probably woulda made 'bout five man die
If you want, I can get 'round there with the sticks in the whip and end man's darg
You talk all this beef on the 'net but live in the flesh don't play their part
Them boy there come like Kevin, I swear on my life, they ain't got no heart
Ain't a bad boy ting that I'm talkin', man just saying that my guys ain't soft
Back my big rambz if I got no sticks
Swing my right hand if the left one miss
Might just give six or seven that itch
No Nintendo when i tell man "Switch"
Bruk the big ting, you don't wan' get hit
Bend your gyal's back, come slick like Rick
'Member the days when I never had nothin', now i spend like a thousand pounds on kicks
I'm a boss, I ain't gotta do beefin', postcode wars ain't gettin' man P's
Still tolerate no violations, rise up waps and bun them neeks
Most man don't know why they're beefing, don't get lost in the clout, it's peak
I'm a boss, I ain't gotta be a gangster but I got heat like DXB
Done nine point six on my ones and nearly twenty milli' on my "Opp Thot" vid
I'm versatile, man know my flow too sick
I leave the beef ripped like Amiri drip
Like Jay-Z, man rock nations when man spit
Don't overlook me, I'm the best in Brit
I put so much fire in the booth, when I go to my yard, it'll burn down quick

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