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Before you put me in a speaker Devil had me locked and he put me in a sleeper You can ask Misha, Caprica, Khadijah They're all gonna tell you "Yeah I smoke you like shisha" Mum was an immigrant, came with no VISA I was mad hungry, eating bruddas like isha Five for the feature, I grind through the Easter Grind through the winter, survived in the dinger The line kicking like kung-fu Could've been in jail but the feds spun the wrong coupe Hard life akh, I've been waiting in a long queue My little man's good, he's got a father like John Q And I can tell you about broke days When I was shotting on my little four-stroke days My uncle died from four stroke days So if you cross me then look both ways Cause I get you when you sail on your boat day And I sink a man's ship, no float day Real skinny so no one would've thought that Any time I've ever been jumped, akh I fought back So don't bother ask "Is he real?" I had the burners in my room like Izzy Reals Life's hard and sticky still And this Cuban on my neck's from Bricky hill Life's cold like a Slush Puppie I look ahead, blue and red like a Slush Puppie Letras de cancionesFeds are on my back like Hush Puppy I need that loud clean paper, no hush money My pit bull's getting zoomies I think he needs a zoobie I see the money then I zoom in Get it then I zoom out akh, this a movie And who's Dukie? What it do, Scooby? Never had an AK, Desert or an Uzi But I've had a Trey Eight, shotter and a deucey Two shots lick your face off and that'll do me I grind full-throttle in the winter Callum's got the Range, top model like Wynter First I got the one-two, then I got the ninja I was in the night with a knife like a ninja And fuck P.C. Linda Nicked me in school, I nicked a PC printer Never been a drinker, I'm just a thinker Life's a surprise like a toy in a Kinder Couple opps, might see them chilling on Tinder I was mad young and had feelings for Brenda Never think I told her, I was mad tender Way before Allah put my life in this blender I head back to the centre If the pack's dead, send back to the sender Summer felt like December Hoodie on tight so don't ask my agenda I remember, like a shot dude used to shot food And I took coins like a vendor I done a thousand offences, hopped fences Feds pissed, can't catch the offender M-way speeding, bound to London I take trips and bring loud through customs I bring loud to functions Heard your tunes, you don't sound too hundred Look we're just strolling Four shanks up in a car that's stolen No lights on and we're just patrolling Cah they love slipping like they're just bowling Fuck them bro, they steal My TuneCore account's saying don't take deals I don't drink lean and I don't take pills I love my queen like her homemade meals I don't pay bills, know how pain feels I don't make mills but I maintain steel Your buss down fake but my plain jane real And I've seen shootouts and them cocaine deals From Letras Mania