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Don't rely on a man Hustle on your ones, not with five other man What have I become? Devil to the Lord, but an angel to my son like I get the cash and make the cash flip, Astaghfirullah I got my mash in this Masjid I'm doing salah I get cash and I don't splash out on Louis Vuitton Mama told me use your brain, don't you lose your iman Mum I hear that, swear to God I hear you I've looked my demons in the face and told 'em I don't fear you Breaking all these boxes till the day I get a breakthrough Love don't live here but them snakes do, you dig that You think you're real but I see through your heart's denial I done ran through the pain, now it's hard to smile About you do road, you're mileage on half a mile My bruddas do road, mileage gone half a mill It's like they rap now, they soon turn to pop though When my strap bangs, the only time I pop though I like gyal who can rock without Ciroc though Shot these rocks then I'm off to Maroc though What have I become? What have I become? What have I become? What have I become? Letras de canciones Don't rely on a man Hustle on your ones, not with five other man What have I become? Devil to Allah, but an angel to my son '016, I spent the year stackin' You was in the club, you spent your year dabbing I'm from a place where there's bare stabbings If she's dirty, don't you bareback it Fuck the winter, I got bare jackets Smokin' weed got me lean like a pair of brackets I'm gettin' mad love, but I'm thinking "Fuck it all" You've had bad luck, I've never had luck at all ... Fuck the feds, they're tryna take me for some hostage Got me sittin' in the station in my boxers 'member as a young'un I, first popped a AC Mummy found out, gave me beats like she's JC What's the matter mum? I'm, tryna get in more bread Mummy clapped me like "Why you shittin' on your doorstep?" Thinkin' 'bout my bruddas and I'm wishin' that no more dead Or we dishin' out some more lead What have I become? What have I become? What have I become? What have I become? Don't rely on a man Hustle on your ones, not with five other man What have I become? Devil to Allah, but an angel to my son Movie in the 'ood still, tryna dodge the camera Middle of the Brikky so I'm holding on this Caliber Everyting's fishy in the Brikky like some calamar I was always guilty but I never told the barrister, you dig that They ain't world class, dem boy amateur I'm on my ones but my weapon's in the passenger Ten years in and out of stations By now the feds know I won't give a statement I've done dirt, mashed works, I ain't proud of my sin My brudda said he got me, I ain't doubting a thing I told Raggy that he'll always have a visitor I've never snitched, you can ask my solicitor They bucked him, sucked him, lipo When they bucked him and sucked him his life froze What's that? £375 on your chain? Get this .357 to your brain for your white gold What have I become? What have I become? What have I become? What have I become? Don't rely on a man Hustle on your ones, not with five other man What have I become? Devil to Allah, but an angel to my son From Letras Mania