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(Trooh Hippi, Trooh Hippi, Trooh Hippi) Nothing ain't changed (Nah), the man dem still beefing (Mad) Mums and dads still grieving (Sad) Shit pops off every weekend 'Nough man get cheffed and start speaking Other guys got jail for no reason The roads ain't cold, they're freezing (Woi, woi, woi, woi) Nothing ain't changed (Nah), the man dem still beefing (Mad) Mums and dads still grieving (Sad) Shit pops off every weekend 'Nough man get cheffed and start speaking Other guys got jail for no reason The roads ain't cold, they're freezing Nothing ain't changed (Nah) The mandem still billing it The trap land, still killing it Still can't take man for an idiot (Are you mad?) The life you talk about, the man dem still living it Drilling it, takе out the clip and filling it Roll 'round the block and skid in it Bust two shots in your wig, innit? (Baow) You bettеr know what side you're on because there's no switching Rule number one, no snitching Don't touch no children nor women Letras de cancionesMan don't wanna work 'cause they make more P's in the kitchen Trap line's ringing Hope they will get out one day, God willing Stuck in the ras clot system (Free them man) Man think it's a joke ting, the roads ain't cold, they're freezing Man dem still cigarette toking, yeah, they're still twos-ing and threes-ing Control-S when I'm producing, D-A-W still freezing Yeah, nothing ain't changed, nothing ain't gonna change either A new badman's born every six months, man are like, "Oh shit" Trust me fam, new dogs, old tricks In the marshes, digging up old sticks Blood, it's getting to the point where jail is coming like ras clot Napa '06 Locked up, you can still upload pics Nothing ain't changed Tell them again, rude boy Nothing ain't fucking changed (Fucking changed) Nothing ain't changed (Nah), the man dem still beefing (Mad) Mums and dads still grieving (Sad) Shit pops off every weekend 'Nough man get cheffed and start speaking Other guys got jail for no reason The roads ain't cold, they're freezing (Woi, woi, woi, woi) Nothing ain't changed (Nah), the man dem still beefing (Mad) Mums and dads still grieving (Sad) Shit pops off every weekend 'Nough man get cheffed and start speaking Other guys got jail for no reason The roads ain't cold, they're freezing We've got bits and bobs, plural I'm out of this world like Pluto I've got a style that's a bit unusual You're in the game but you ain't got a clue, though Mummy don't want you to leave the yard because she knows that you might not make it back And when you made it back, you came back with a charge, man dissed you so you had to make it clap Cycle I'm a man that you just can't stifle I was on road when I was on radio, spinning MC's like a ras clot vinyl I came up 'round Dean and Sammy dem, came up 'round Easy and Eiffel Got a lot of vibes on my Spotify, you can't ride on my wave, that's tidal I'm a black man fighting for survival You can't fool me, I've seen this over and over and over and over Things were bad from before and then I seen the road get colder I've seen man in a circle, jealous, good energy endeavours (Swag) My success was ruffling feathers, we were the truth best-sellers (Capo) Now we do meetings, hands on table, nothing ain't promised, gotta get stable Could've been a single deal or major, still will have shows for an indie label (Brrt) Seen bare tings, I ain't gonna say all, that could've been fatal Come so far from chopping up eight balls, licking off twenty sales in the rainfall (Capo) Nothing ain't changed (Nah), the man dem still beefing (Mad) Mums and dads still grieving (Sad) Shit pops off every weekend 'Nough man get cheffed and start speaking Other guys got jail for no reason The roads ain't cold, they're freezing (Woi, woi, woi, woi) Nothing ain't changed (Nah), the man dem still beefing (Mad) Mums and dads still grieving (Sad) Shit pops off every weekend 'Nough man get cheffed and start speaking Other guys got jail for no reason The roads ain't cold, they're freezing From Letras Mania