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cillian - lightwork freestyle lyrics

{intro}
what you sayin’
drills simon cow

{part 1}
since young mans shown no love
say you do trap but you dont know grub
just leave me be dont speak to me, they know im a solo thug
on streets like a hobo does
if i have beef ill go low slugs
if an opp gets nicked i dont predict that he says he dont know us
been on the block, but we dont move bait
so the jakes dont notice this
i saw him tryna toke his spliff, so i showed him what smoking is
i chase him then poke this pr#ck
we’re not online with open lips
they must be on potus sniff, hope to see my opponents slip
they try drain my energy but i just have to wait and see
they go bake in a&e, hope he dont snitch and say its me
feds hate me break him free, know they want me in the hmp
i love how i make her be, shes a good girl she ain’t for me
bally on tied when we go on a ride, so you won’t see no face
went straight to the first opp block didn’t see no one lets relocate
i saw two whips looking like undies, so i just said bro pree them plates
eu14 on the block, and my other bro said he was seen by jays
at night im sleeping well when i think of enemies in h#ll
dish work in the pyrex pot, fill that sh#t to 7 tcl
when bro got bagged i was so d#mn sad, so i hope that he gets bail
and if he gets locked in jail, man know that ill send him p’s in mail
wheres nami his in h#ll, if i see him ill feed him sh#lls
told bro just cause im white dont mean that i can’t season well
this beef gets season bells, on the rides we dont speak or yell
there friends got weed in h#ll, and they all know its peak aswell
[?] got splashed with the largest knife, he ran off but at last he {?}
dont know how his darg survived, but swinging that back was the last of tide
he got got and their ain’t no cod im rah surprised
cah when paramedics came, sir i can’t explain that fast revive
i, step tryna tarnish lives, 3 opp blocks was the farthest ride
good boy in my fathers eyes, but he dont know who i have harmed with knives
no sleep so im part deprived, and i dont get bread but my artist might
i, step tryna tarnish lives, but im a good yute in my fathers eyes

- cillian lyrics

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