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remtrex – it’s a rap 2 lyrics

[verse]
i’m the guy that when man came to my section, i had to smoke boys
cah we don’t do scr+ps, we’ve got nines or we’ll just poke boys
i’m the guy that was on his j, doing a hus on a back road g
i’m the guy that was getting racks in the ghetto with real artillery
that girl, i had to dig her, dig her with g
on a move i wear plain clothes, what can feds do with an unknown tee?
on the way up to manchester, why’s my life so grizzy?
i’m driving fast on the m24 and you know i got sticks with me
i’m the guy that will never snitch but on my music, all the feds take notes
they tried do an ambush, they must have thought i got k’s of the coke
i’m the guy getting the p money, always was good at math
i was in jail when people were getting their a+’s from their class
and that girl, she’s the headie one, always gets man aroused
we lost two youngens in a day, i guess that is double l’s
abracadabra, wish i could just magic them from them cells
life has been a horrid one, wish i could free them from their h+lls
i’m that guy that is a suspect for the feds, f+ck them, they’re big dudes
i just wanna get more stacks but always end up in a big zoo
i’m the guy that won’t be bout when the system comes with a chip
cause i am so solid now and i have been from a rude kid
i was the guy with the young spray, i coulda done life in the slammer
i tried to cause a mischief with the burner, luckily it was a jammer
i was the guy selling lethal b, rolling around with a three+two
you can catch a perm, i know a monkey and he likes to bleed dudes
i’m the guy that wants them pounds, i just want a pot of paper
i can see one loski hater, f+ck him, he’s a traitor
i was in jail cause in the am i got caught with a skeng though
buss case on that but feds took all my aj and my kenzo
i gotta start from scratch, can’t win the lotto boys, i stay grinding
i got a tiny temper wifey, don’t need no gassed up lighties
from the age of six, seven, i wanted to be a g
but i’ve not made millions so i guess it’s time for plan b
feel like i’m in the mist, left out in the jungle like tarzan
in next cities i got country dons and they hope that i reach stardom
the feds cleared me out, now i can’t afford an rm
don’t wanna get buried in deep green but i’m not hiding like bin laden
swords like harlem spartans, four+ten and a chrome too
karma will come back for ya when i’m in the zone too
i’m the guy with connects like bt when i do road
my whole life’s been mayhem, i just hope i do blow
but if i do gigs, i might bring a gunner when i step
and sadly i’ve got a tag on my ankle right next to my crep
my not guilty mixtape’s a madness, you better get that in a hurry
in the uk, there’s no link up, why’s it always a daily duppy?

- remtrex lyrics

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