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potter payper - tbh/cocky lyrics

[verse]
i remember being broke, i had to be a pap
i grew up with some lost boys, peter pan
i never needed jail man, i just needed dad
then again my boy had one and he beat him bad
nowadays when i look back on it it’s mad
every morning me and git would hop the train
going campbell, blowing smoke all the way
huarache high+tops and my trackie drops
looking back, the same slags was giving brain
like thirty man deep at the fair
fresh home, fifteen, i was there
when you could’ve got jacked for your mobile
and man was onto you cause you’re from over thеre
growing up i seen enough g, it gave mе thin hair
i used to ride around my hood doing madness
like if i went jail i really didn’t care
g i just knew that i was in it for the mandem
and half of them was in jail or in care
and i just wanted in, i was intrigued, in deep
and i weren’t into being scared
i never had no clothes in my wardrobe
i remember playing out in my school clothes
i was never picked up, i used to walk home
i used to always get in trouble on the walk home
them times i was nine or was i ten?
that was like ’99, just comprehend
i saw my mum get beat down regular
her boyfriend was a c+nt, i kept telling her
this ain’t nothing but the sh+t that i come from
potter a slumdog, anywhere i go it’s a jump+off
jailhouse, anti, i’ll ride me a one+block
and i was on the strip, mummy knew what her son was
clouds in the room, dankest of fumes
g i was in the dope house, bags and the spoons
and i was on the landing, lags and the screws
no one couldn’t tell me nothing cah i’ve been bad from a yute
snaresbrook, trialling in my suit
got birded and it flew so all this money’s overdue
and now my stoney’s new man are acting like i blew
like i ain’t in a smoker’s way, we’re flashy now too
now my stoney’s new man are acting like i blew
like i ain’t in a smoker’s way, we’re flashy now too
and i just spoke to dizzle man and he got caught a slew
you ever held a sentence with n0body in that courtroom?
there ain’t no friendly faces, our room plenty basic
i get it cracking, ain’t no lacking, i don’t really play sh+t
we’d stale it, flying up the moats
i bought a z of both and twenty messages from lotez
i’m in my runner’s yard, he’s running hard
he don’t know his mum smokes
he just can’t afford to joke man, he’s so sick of being broke
and sh+t i feel him, predicaments i’ve been in
a12 phone ringing, like i’m due to make a k!lling
frankie baby always on that paper plane
heard i made it purple rain, ronnie biggs i hit the train
you can get a photo, you don’t even need a frame
i’ll leave you bullet boy ashley if you’re tryna be dushane
a victim to a circumstance you couldn’t change
i sit and think about my life and i look back and smile
cause sh+t was going one direction, you know harry styles
dirty like clint was, i weren’t no happy child
from then you could catch the corn
something in your head, capricorn
now you’re blowing bread i do this in the practical
check my theory, kevin dying had me teary now i’m seeing clearly
like there weren’t n0body tryna spare me g
and i was making bangers, weren’t n0body tryna hear me
now they feel it, gone for a second
back for the minute, man of the hour
i ran through the power but that white girl nasty, i need to low her

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