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(Rudeboy, listen) Don't make this one of them seasons Cause man will get bruk'd up for one of them reasons I ain't fucking with none of them demons I'm walking with God, I don't need your allegiance Yeah, I get man high till I'm leaning I still look up and send a prayer through the ceiling When you see me round them, I ain't speaking Cause them man are listening, talking and repeating Man, I miss that era of a beating When man talked tough but you wouldn't just believe him At the same time, you wouldn't disbelieve him But food ain't good just because it's been seasoned You're locked into the men who's done real work Brickwork, pharmacist, even done steel work A man still work, come to the real world Show you how we get down, your feelings got me real hurt Man, you bredders don't know me Only talk bread when you phone me You want a verse on the OG? Send me the money, and then we can proceed Man, your friendship, I don't need it Man, I'm flying at my own speed, feel it Man, I'm chasing my own dreams Letras de cancionesDon't judge me or grudge me, I've got my own needs Cause I'm a stand up guy, straight as an arrow Now need to come around me and move paro Man move spiritual or man move thorough But anytime I slide on man, they move boroughs Cause man move proper, my friendship's an honour Get me today and then I got you tomorrow Just hollow, back to cause bother 'Bout to give these youts a real pill to swallow Three collar and the mandem in the squalour Throwing shit on the jakes just cause he's a fake copper Damn straight, I've done five years straight Now I'm in the VIP with 25 of my mates It feels great, champagne by the crate Full steam ahead, we ain't pressuring the breaks Many men made many mistakes But we still get merry sipping Henney with the greats Man, you bredders don't know me Only talk bread when you phone me You want a verse on the OG? Send me the money, and then we can proceed Man, your friendship, I don't need it Man, I'm flying at my own speed, feel it Man, I'm chasing my own dreams Don't judge me or grudge me, I've got my own needs Cause I'm a psycho, weirdo and a loner Rather chill with a spliff and bask in the aroma Cause most of these man are dumber than Homer Baiting up my phone like their line isn't a roster They must want me in the cage like "why me" Instead of stepping on stage screaming "free YG" Free Tiny Boost and free YK When I was in there, couldn't wait till it was my day Now I'm out here screaming out free em Can't wait till they're out and I'll fly down and see em Man's ends is like a museum Full of art but they know it for arsenal like Ian See, these pricks don't wanna see us rich They want us in the hood banging, doing B flips Me and Giggs could've died when we flipped in the whip But that wasn't God's plan so I breezed off with the bits Man, you bredders don't know me Only talk bread when you phone me You want a verse on the OG? Send me the money, and then we can proceed Man, your friendship, I don't need it Man, I'm flying at my own speed, feel it Man, I'm chasing my own dreams Don't judge me or grudge me, I've got my own needs From Letras Mania