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mab shcola - mabchester lyrics

yeah. mab schola (uhh)
manny boy, ain’t no place i never been
grew up in the ends , so ain’t no ends i never seen
jungle in my hood because the ends are never clean
we don’t beat around the bush we like to stick it in between
’cause the council don’t care, ain’t no government here
and the only thing clean is the garms that we wear
let’s just hope they don’t tear. (ay)
i can never have no food in the fridge if i own a moncler. (aye)
black man in the country on my own
they might give us passports but we can’t all [?]
thinking that we equal but setting us to fall
i don’t even have to prove it, brexit showed us all
so let me spit the f+cking truth in the air
’cause when i look around, ain’t no truth anywhere
and if i speak my truth, i’ma make that sh+t clear
everyday there’s more fakes treating truths like a dare
ain’t no black versus white, it’s the rich against the poor
life is a game where the rich control the score
i ain’t even lost my mind, i’m seeing clearer than before
grenfell, but no justice ’cause the rich above the law. (and that’s f+cked up)
if you grew up in my ends then it’s tough luck
look around my city, i can tell they never loved us
how can we be slaving over minimum wage
when the richest man alive gets two million a hour?
that’s two sixty in a day
a billi in a week
what? trilli in a lifetime
do you ever think you’ll see a milli in your lifetime?
i know we been to school but does that mean we’re in our right minds?
the answer’s probably not, ’cause we don’t see the plot
we working for our money but we spend it in their shops
copping gucci and designer, paycheque on some shoes
i could be making thirty k i still ain’t copping loubes
’cause i still ain’t copped a house, i still don’t own a coupe
you’re following the fashion
but does the fashion follow you?
i’m just following my passion
on my actions, follow through
’cause if i never make it, i don’t know what i’ma do
i don’t know what i’ma be, i don’t know what i’ma choose
could be in the streets making money off a shh
if you knew the struggle, you would have no option too
but the one’s that never lived the life will quickly judge a yute
i got troubles on my mind, and i’m sure to make them heard
b+tches wanna call, fine, tryna catch a bird
they be thinking that it’s love, i be thinking it’s absurd
would they ever love me if i never wrote a verse?
and that’s real sh+t
thinking for the world when i deep sh+t
really, f+ck the world, ’cause n0body wanna deep sh+t
the devil is a liar, but ain’t n0body wanna preach it
i be going out my f+cking mind when i deep sh+t (uhh)
i’m just tryna get my paper up
i do more counting, so much money, i get paper cuts
and crush the world like i’m thanos to a paper cup
show these haters they ain’t really getting paid like us
we ain’t winning if you’re slaving for the paper ’cause
you’re getting paid but are you paid enough?
want that money coming easy like i’m paid to buss
my +++++ hip+hop raised me, let me show what’s the difference between mace and puff
just spitters, they ain’t made like us
putting money in a piggy, no bacon cuz
roll that sticky then i l!ck it when i’m blazing up
not everybody got the patience for the fame and buzz
when i blow up, pray i’m hotter than a rocket when it’s taking off
we took l’s but we shake them off
i remember i ain’t had the cash to pay for a fade or bus
so till then, a +++++’s saving up
when it comes to my music i don’t put no one above me
duppy on a daily, i might call it daily duppy
tell them +++++ in the industry i’m not the one to f+ck with
always on a grind, i don’t care if they don’t book me
’cause i do this for myself and i do this for my family
if i never did it, i don’t know who’d do it for me
all my ++++++ in the city, tryna run up all the money
we got to stay united even when we looking bummy
i’m a true leader, i ain’t looking for a followback
when i hit a milli, bet some b+tches gonna follow back
don’t be surprised if a +++++ never holler back
’cause they never hollered when a +++++ wasn’t all of that
i gotta keep it tame with these thoughts on a low
i know b+tches that prestige but be thots on a low
half the world is made of girls, i’ma always have a choice
all i do is f+ck p+ssy, i can never f+ck boy (it’s mad)
wordplay too immaculate, ++++++ cannot copy it
if you want pace, i can show you how i’m running it
+++++ don’t chase, i been moving on some loner sh+t
tryna be the billionaire on some owner sh+t
i don’t ever wanna a job, i’ma always quit
i’m tryna be the boss, telling ++++++ that they owe me sh+t
live the life that i chose and just own it, b
it doesn’t take a genie, it just takes a man to know his dreams.+echoes+

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