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cb - the truth lyrics

the ride tryna’ make it home
big waps tryna’ take off domes
really tryna’ do man proper
only school boys will bring their phones
got rid of my favourite trackie
couldn’t think twice it had to go
or it woulda been serco trips
and waking up to early soc’
now i’m gon’ focus on bands
cah a rider don’t make me dough
but i fell in love with riders
so for now ima have to do both
if he f++ks with the opps
he gets smoke from his head to toe
in the field im striking
shooting like ronaldo the way i finesse these goals

[verse]
sit back love for the gang
watching these opp boys lie on tracks
last time that punk saw me he ran
so don’t know why he’s got all this chat
these punks wanna splash on shoes
me im gonna splash on a brand new wap
whats some loubs gonna do when i hop out the ride with the dots and double tap
still out here taking risks
the things i’ve seen no you wouldn’t believe
and the feds tryna get me birded
sutin’ got smoked and they’re blaming me
feds at my door again no uniform it was cid’s
wanna take me back to the wing
thats h+lla 3 bang and itv
time is money and no i ain’t wasting time no way im fine
and if i ever get grabbed
i won’t cry cah i know it was worth the crime
i was moving young and dumb
used to sleep with smoke in the crib
if feds woulda spun my drum
that woulda been cb gone for a bit
now im gonna step correct
one phone call and that tings on deck
them punks try shoot at my friend
so i got that skeng and shot one of them
this is the truth im saying
civilians call this terror
but me i just call this playing
you dont wanna sleep with the fishes
get round there and show them drillings
but now i gotta move on point
i ain’t tryna join my friends in prison
i know that might sound f++ked
but i only wanna see them in visits
my n+++a says its all love
give me the green light and ill drill it
but now i can’t trust a soul
all i trust is this rusty pole
all the eyes you got on froze
ain’t gonna change that your boy turned ghost
all these bells in the clip ain’t enough
no way i need unlimited smoke
lurk on your block late night patrols
still out here in broad day scoring goals
and my n+++a dont drive too good
but we still gonna slide on these punks
get my bally and do my bally
get to the ends and bill em all up
get to the ends and bill up that pack
smoking on your friends cuz you’re feeling sad
you can get smoke when your bredrins done
this is real life you can get it like that
7th
[outro x2]
in the ride tryna’ make it home
big waps tryna’ take off domes
really tryna’ do man proper
only school boys will bring their phones
got rid of my favourite trackie
couldn’t think twice it had to go
or it woulda been serco trips
and waking up to early soc’
now i’m gon’ focus on bands
cah a rider don’t make me dough
but i fell in love with riders
so for now ima have to do both
if he f++ks with the opps
he gets smoke from his head to toe
in the field im striking
shooting like ronaldo the way i finesse these goals

- cb lyrics

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