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[rm]
ama buck man when the time’s right
i seen man die just for trying to be a wise guy
mazzalina for my guys
my friend died so i had to bring a nine to his nine night
live corn no mma, cuban chatsis and chains get take away
chilling with a snitch that suinn i could never rate
when i hear a opp get burned i go and celebrate
them man have never let a strap blow, two different mashes
when i am eating in nando’s
two for a shank in jail, on road it’s a rambo, hardest bars you can ask joe
man get g-ssed cause they did a one drill, must of thought that my big four sizzy gone still
see i pull man’s plug show you n-ggas not real
grab man it’s a bit of a sticky one still
level 3 vest, two plates that’s the army one
big four pound and i got it from a marli done
trex got the rolly, but me i got the carti on
if the door’s to tight, man will lock the party off

talk about guns but you never been a shotter
me and you know you ain’t ain’t got it in your locker
heatseeker, find yards that are hotter
it’s kinda peak dargg, if your trying to be cropper
it’s a takeover, rm no messing
everyone know’s you ain’t never did a cheff’ing
my dargg got any type of funk then i stepping
could have 10 bodies on a mash, i won’t sell it
burst on a man, then i swerve and dip
and my dargg got food like jerk & twist
touch trex i slap your dome
am in the ride out car, listening to snap capone
yard stop, coping me a rice and a callaloo
then i go blaze two zutes on a avenue
man think they bad, rm am on a mazza too
and there’s akh’s round me that would slap at yute

swear down if a rapper tries diss me
you can get wings with the pound like dixy
give a man a young buck like 50
they tried to k!ll me on my block like nipssy
mazzaleen then it’s adios, i grew up in handsworth we used to rush kosovos
touch one of my g’s then its gonna blow, big sweets in a stick you don’t wanna know
round here we don’t speak to the constables
f-ck feds only guns make me comfortable
i told man they best keep that same energy
till am hanging out the car like remember me
yg’s do slaps for a monkey
10 bags sitting on my kneck looking comfy
n-ggas hate but see me and spod me
smile in my face but i know they wanna done me

i don’t trap but i say i do, am trying to order like five whole ones then take the food
you on me then make the move, some crep protect n-ggas always trying to spray my shoes
it’s on deck you can try tin, my darg got a new one you have to hold like a violin
you mad broke but you buying piff, used to stick n-ggas with the mash that didn’t have a fire pin
nah you ain’t done a collab, your goons and there goons at the vid shoot and you both strapped
nah brudda this ain’t no gas, this is gangland keep your head straight when you go past

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