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[Stefflon Don]
I was never taught to be great
Seen a lot a heat but never had a fireplace
See, my mother get beat and my brother tend tape
I was just a little kid, wishing he just had a cape
I'm wishing we could just squeeze
Screaming Mommy don't stay, but Mommy wouldn't leave
What she did was call the Jake's next day
He was free 'cause she was on the pace
She blamed his actions on the weed that my daddy would lace
Every time my mom flies she would always put on weight
Mommy moving bricks yeah she in and out of state
Somebody did her dirty, she was held by the gate
She was looking at ten but the lawyer beat the case
By the grace and the power and the mercy of the state
Made a lot of money, but she never owned a safe
Trips to the cash point, all I did was great
Hoping that my mother will be happy for a day
Cos' we never had light daddy never had to stay
But we celebrated when they sent him to J.A
Nobody never liked that nigga like the Jake's why God
Didn't strike that nigga on the plane
Never smoked cigs, never smoked MaryJane
But I get high at the thoughts in my brain
Never smoked weed, never smoked MaryJane
But I get high at the thoughts in my brain

[Doneao]
I'm crying waterfalls
Someone, pass me a light
I need to find a way to escape a mind
Where will I get drawn out of life
And sometime
Crying waterfalls, waterfalls
Waterfalls, waterfalls, waterfalls
Waterfalls, waterfalls, waterfalls
Waterfalls, waterfalls, waterfalls

[Dutch]
As a little yout I never had a lot of faith
Cos' Christmas Santa never came
And then my brother wanted presents
I go out and go and get
Come my brother, I was trappin' in the rain
'Cause I remember when I caught the first case
I was 14 l was in the fast lane
Mum thought I was in classes and I got my ass nicked
Feds said I was selling class A
What do you expect when you got a half eight?
The man, his little sister, share a half plate
I ain't gonna lie, I was motherf*cking hungry
Sat on my shoulders and say slash his own plate
I know I'm gonna eat, but cool course eight
Still gotta be a man, Can't show the fam hate
Used to be a used to, I can't be ashamed
Daddy ain't around ain't seen him since I was eight
Every change I goin' away
Going to drop all these on the estate
Said they need a runner, I was running all day
Just to make sure I got trainers and a fade
I didn't care if I worked like a slave
Took pride in others and added to my name I don't care if you don't feel my pain
True stories, hustlers relate

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