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cigarettes & scratchcards - lost it lyrics

everybody seen me hustling n0body’s seen me struggling
i’d rather struggle on my own
fight my battles on my own
and i miss you grandad in that coffin you was cold touched your skin my heart froze
my dads in the can i can’t wait until he’s home
i’ve not seen him in a while we’ve only spoken on the phone
he left when i was young he’s gonna see how much i’ve grown
he left when i was young he’s gonna see how much i’ve grown
i’ve done a mazza with my bros also done ’em on my own
slapped trackers on whips then ran through the groves
smashed through chicks and just left ’em cos they’re hoes
ain’t got no time for no slags i’m too busy on the road
hungry little kid so i was stuck in graft mode
i’m on bail
and i just bailed another whip left my prints on that sh+t now my doors gonna get kicked in
not by no robbers the pigs and the coppers all running with their coshes
yeah we smoked the golf r through the jib and we lost it
yeah we smoked the golf r through the jib and we lost it

i know you wanna f+ck with me but i can’t really f+ck with you
all my brothers try’na make this money move
mum said that i should know better
i’m a go getter
i’ma get this bread and make it all better
what you know about that cold weather
how i’m try’na live in pleasure
in that good weather always pray my hood better
on my block where they sell rocks to make prof
get the drop let the crop creep up in the spot
it gets hot when you’re trapping out the same spot
sugar looks like salt so i’ll watch out for them bait cops
soon we gonna take off
stack dough save prof
soon we gonna take off
stack dough save prof

from young always been a real kid
kept it 100 with my guys going 50 on the split
bill a spliff and get blipped making money not legit
stressing out hope i blow pop a vid real quick
before i end locked up for some sh+t that i’m gonna do
thinking about some sh+t in my head that’s got me in a mood
i love that rush up in my belly right before i move
i’m f+cked in the head but some certain think i’m cool i’m a
law breaker don’t abide by the rules why you man chatting sh+t
like what you gotta prove
never lie in my tracks i speak truth in the booth
for my mum i make racks chandelier in her room
60 inch screen balcony with a view
now i’m sat in this trap whipping up call me stu
i’ve been serving all these cats straight drop
no crunching my food had to hit man with a brick
stone age like i’m crude
in this concrete jungle yeah this worlds pretty cruel
yeah this worlds pretty cruel
in this concrete jungle yeah this worlds pretty cruel
concrete jungle this worlds pretty cruel
tryna make it out these streets ducking from the police
in my zone blowing o’s
if you ain’t tryna elevate then i don’t wanna know and that’s for sho’
just spoke to little bro and he said his dad ain’t coming home til he’s grown
try and violate and it’s straps to the dome
yeah the roads can be cold
yeah it’s funny like that
if you in the trap why you looking bummy like that
gold racks for the trap you ain’t coming like that
are you a trapper you a slapper you a capper
your b+tch throw it back i double tap her
i break bread with my brothers
and watch for undercover never l!ck a stray cat
yeah you claim you a savage anyone can get cabbaged
sh+t that i’ve seen left me damaged
f+ck it bro i’ll manage
investing in some real estate tryna get this real cake
i just hope this money takes the pain away
rainy days, i’m just tryna fade away
better back your bro’s on them roads
cos them roads can be cold when you’re stepping on your own
in my zone they get trappy on the phone
in my zone they get trappy on the phone

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