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pak-man - 48 bars part 7 lyrics

[verse]
i don’t think our story’s the same, you’re corny and lame
my life a mix of glory and pain, i wanted money more than the fame
i got it, style polished, still recording these flames
iconic, had these scars nine years and i thought they would fade
some flowers right here that i bought for your grave
got trust issues but you still saw where i stay, cautious and safe
if you’re outside then of course you relate
trapped in the streets, just caught in a maze
hard walking away, rich died, we still mourn him today
pеople change like thе weather, sunshine in the morning today
now we’re in a thunderstorm in the rain
what’s a hundred bands, i need a grand to order a steak
i’m balling, it’s bait
this aquanaut white gold, it hasn’t got the forty mill face
hit it once, she start calling me bae, we don’t wife hoes
how things get so awkward and strange
i got richer and you got better, streets still talking my name
my brudda got bored of the range, hopped in the lamb truck
gang’s up, me and s boarding a plane
soon touring again, kept the nautilus plain
need some fifty point to source me a chain
don’t really drink but i’m pouring champagne
had block wars, top form, i’m still game
had to tell my fans “sorry i’m late”
i made a lot of ’em wait, i was handling a lot of that weight
mum don’t worry i’m safe, i got warrior traits
graduated from a boss on estates
story of my life, turned enough pages
new chapter, few mazzas, been through tough stages, frustrated
buss cases, buss faces, police chases
close shaves like my hair just faded
4 am, now my mum’s raided
used to hustle for some trainers, now your son’s made it
money spreading like it’s contagious
get paid, spend eight, decade in these slums famous
this a story of success, my haters all upset
i cut through and cut cheques, she just want rough s+x
this lifestyle quite wild, i don’t get enough rest
you couldn’t figure out who’s a plug yet?
came up on the strip local, now i’m lit global
you never had no shooters at your disposal
you was never this vocal, no one in the hood ever did know you
you ain’t with no goons
big shows too, the kid rolled through
i filled whole rooms, you win, don’t lose
praying things go smooth
you’re tired now, you been old news

- pak man lyrics

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