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4.4c - next up? lyrics

[intro]
(mikey joe made this)

[verse]
i’ve got a 4 and a baby on the plate with scales
i just slugged up the food, little train onto wales
copped a few numbers outside the stairs
now i’m wrapped up to death
for the winter, two layers
seen bare people take their lives in jail
all because the other half was being unfaithful
you can call me crank like jason statham
land on the opp block and have them all skating
barking off things broad day, it’s blatant
bang off, skrt, [?] get me heart racing
f+ck getting comfy, can’t be complacent
g21 in the bag, in the bas+m+nt
had to hard that so the plug couldn’t take it
sliders on, big blunt, kicking back on basic
screws took me telly, had to take the next kids
iphone in me pad, it’s got me doing up netflix
x3 comp and it needs all the extras
mac on a harness and i wear it like a necklace
plotting on me, i’m defo’ gonna get youse’
i learned from the older’s, from young getting lectured
six in the pan, some mix and i stretched it
rats on the mainy so you know i had to let rip
iron on deck, you know i’m not a daft kid
anyone, any time, your boy will get backflipped
strapped on a katie, had to spray her out, active
times that i went through made me wanna do madness
hands on me head, in me cell i didn’t have sh+t
first time i stabbed a man i blacked out, went sick
i was 19, ask b, he’s the witness
i legged 4 kids on me own with a kitchen
bootings on me own cause’ you never know who’s snitching
paranoid to f+ck, can hear blues in the distance
slapped it off twice, close call, i just missed him
internet beef, it gets you nowhere you victim
tryna stay free and make dough, f+ck the system
delly got nicking’s from cat+d, they sh+t them
the kids who grassed, you know i had to evict them
craziest handy’s, brand new with a switch on
bin bag of firearms, i’ve got an addiction
the more, the better if you ask my opinion
straight headshot, i leave him like ab’ lincoln
he’s no plug, he looks like homer simpson
show me where he lives, what the f+ck was he thinking?
might pop his door one night when he’s slipping
if he keeps it real, i might change me decision
they don’t know the streets so f+ck a politician
[?] are corrupted, letting men rape women
nonce’s get bail while dealers get prison
it’s 223, this is not what i visioned
every one of me mates, i only see them on visits
i don’t know what it is but i’m feeling superstitious
i’m a hungry, skinny kid, i’m tryna be ambitious
i’ve got me head down, i’m tryna build up me business
tell you bout countless times i burnt bridges
a for the nifty if you wanna take the digits
not down there cause’ you know where the kid sits
sitting in me pad, all alone on high risk
742 or 5, i’m gonna have to ride it
i knew all along that you was lying, why’d you hide it?
all of them times where you tried to deny sh+t
all of that talk, you know it came with a price kid
two weeks later, caught him outside that iceland
got the drop off g so you know i had to nice him
caught him nice with a sam, i had to slice him

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