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casisdead - the grid lyrics

[verse 1]
watch don’t tock
but it ain’t stop
watch the wheels, and i stop, they ain’t stock
just open the shop, ain’t nothing in stock
yeah i got white flakes in my snot
olders on the block told me not to shot
used to rock the avi and rock the shock
used to all rush in and rob the shop
top of the pops or dr. fox
bugle, i got a marching band
i’m marching with too much in my hand
marching powder from april to march
getting them out of the departure land
move it around like p-ss the parcel
master cl-ss
doing charles off a br-sses -ss
more blow than a br-ss band, i’m blasting
mask on like you got sars, soz
don’t ask me the price on a oz
yeah that’s bait, what you ain’t seen oz?
yeah they’re locking up man, just cos
locking man up or licking man down
it’s double figures for n-gg-s now
yeah they losing the key for these locks
n-gg-s coming out with locks
n-gg-s coming out in a box
we ain’t just any joe bloggs, 23 gods
my whole team’s sick
n-gg-s coming out in pox
we be going out in a drop
sport+ and i’m dipping out from the cops
and we do this sh-t lots

[verse 2]
toxic fumes they fill up my lung
i’m becoming too old to die young
still content with going unsung
unlike some
we overcome so much that it’s too hard not to look back
i used to drive round this piece of cr-p
came back, back to our stack like
“yeah i’ll have that does it come in black?”
if not minor, i’ll wrap it in matte
cash, i don’t check no equifax
n-gg-s don’t own nothing, check the facts
little slag could not afford the tax
so much gas out here in these streets
she going broke just from the upkeep
a million views, thousands of tweets
but you still flying out on deets
still in that rental, still in that lease
sick whip, six litres at least
666, that’s the mark of the beast
eating a feast cos my fee has increased
shovelling snow, i’m skiing off piste
mad dishevelled, my clothes all creased
amateur dealers out getting fleeced
and their making deals with the police
they not crud, ain’t really on grease
but they just sound so sick on these beats
youngers feeling that need to repeat
gb scene full of gm beef
driving in east, dead cows on my seats
ting off of tv to keep it discreet
hilton suite, high off of sweet
little sort, yeah i put her to sleep

- casisdead lyrics

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