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black josh – blah stylin lyrics

[verse]
ya boy is back up in the kid and still a spoilt brat
i talk shmack on audio and serve it for your raps
takin’ over mans city, minus all your cash
you’re bitter and might destroy the gaff, this gargoyle’s mad
home wrecker, this girl wants to join the gang
joint in hand, she got that work, no employment plan
lower cl-ss, trashy neighbours, if you some royals fam
started from the bottom, on the grind i turned a coin to grands
start my day and roll my weed, then end it straight away
by going back to sleep until i’m late to where i need to be
you’d be lucky if i showed up ’cause my presence in the present is a present, now present my dough, give me my p
i put the work in while you’re working out a plan, to put the work
had the work inside a wrap like its a piece of meat
i don’t care about the law, or even politics, ’cause i just want my crystal ball and roll like this is fifa street
i’m a nappy-headed, makavelli, eyes on me like makavelli
had to learn to bag and sell it, always been the blacker berry
hungry, what a fatter belly, munching on a maccies’ brekkie
surprised i ain’t fat already, red eye’d looking at the telly
ain’t nothing new on the news, but i knew it
from young, watching cartoons and i still do it
while drawin’ on a big fat ember of the doobie
isolated on my own with iceolator and a movie
grey clouds, so i cult sag in doors with my gore-tex, while it rains out
bored, no weed at me mates house
i just got a ben but gave him 8 pounds
i needed two quid for a single and a raw pack
shouts to my brother though, we already bought that
smoked out, can’t be -ssed to even talk back
but when i’m sober i still ignore man
say nothin’, got my middle finger up
i’d rather have, than feel, like a million bucks
and i got enough rhymes to fill a million books
i feel alive, when i’m k!llin’ stuff

- black josh lyrics

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