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tiny boost - house of pecknarm lyrics

[intro]
ayy, for real
i’m a peckham boy for life brudda
sh+t, i just tell her how it is
it’s all real, yeah

[verse]
eight and a half in the system, i been home six
everything i left behind gone, i’m still homesick
there ain’t many but i’m staring at these old pics
fifteen years later and my bro ain’t even home yet
judge hand them thirties out like they go quick
jungle getting life turned me colder than a closed fridge
offered me a deal and i told ’em, “suck my whole d+ck”
i wish nuttie knew he was rolling with a whole snitch
the one that ratted need a bullet between both lips
taz and rio died same day and they both missed
sykes died a dope boy, i can still hear his phone ring
that was my brudda that i slept top and toes with
how they claim ptsd and they ain’t never lost no soldiers?
you can’t feel this in your bones yet
you want the pain, can’t you hear it in my tone yet?
no complaints, you know my past was a whole mess
i live that thug life, baby, i’m hopeless
i’m a chief co+founder of this whole set
first bl!ck came from jess, that i won’t forget
hurt to see how it went fam, i won’t pretend
deep down the love’s real cah n+ggas go for less
a lot of lines got crossed and marks overstepped
i loved + too but i can’t choose him over pep
i know the roads ’cause in my prime, i was close with spen
and there was times i felt hollow was my only friend
stuck between a rock and hard place, they don’t know my stress
stood through all ten through it, i ain’t folded yet
three tapes in, i just did my fourth one with tef
purple hearts hit the charts, luger let us know what’s next
struggle’s little bro died too, cardiac arrest
choked to death in his arms, that must have been intense
through it all, i seen that n+gga go from strength to strength
he made me tiny boost and then i went and swept the ends
karat k birthday, i’m sitting next to m
he foundation so it’s good to know we blessed again
i’m with kaluuya, flexing at this dss event
i’m wearing smooth gangster, get close, check my threads
check my mentions, i’m seeing disrespect on x
snap a twitter n+gga’s neck, i catch him in the flesh
lock and load, no, i never send an empty threat
i grew up in billy’s mother’s house
him and capo blood cousins but it’s like brothers now
dinners on the rooftop when the sun come out
bloggers l!cking +rs+, holla at me when your tongue come out
when i see their job titles, i wonder how
harry p on tv made me wanna smile
felt the burn when they confirmed my girl lost the child
made me wanna drop a tear but i locked it down
they always ask me ’bout the peckham yutes, i’m not around
them n+ggas cool over there, that’s just not my crowd
i’m the one that’s putting on, how can they not be proud?
i’m the one that did the stepping in our stomping ground
them jakes came over here when suttin got pr+nounced
how many hammers did we lose? untold amounts
how many bodies been caught? shh, stop the count
i don’t mind your interviews but please watch your mouth
my brudda t left the t, still copped a house
unreleased tracks with snap, i might have lost the files
how the narm beefing wooly? young’uns living wild
leave my feelings in an ashtray, panda pops to picantes
forget the mac, spray the champagne
i know the same wassers as drake
worldwide ties, best mind you don’t land safe
hug the k!llers and the trappers get the handshakes
how much can a man take? i can’t switch off
they cracked them encro chats, they got tipped off
i pray all my bruddas running never get caught
keep it off the net unless you tryna be on trap lore
real g’s move in silence, brudda, that’s law
scared to snake you to your face, they use the back door
how can my energy be wrong if i matched yours?
strictly for the streets, i already told ’em what i rap for
on probation, you know how long i been trapped for?
i missed salah, i need to use the prayer mat more
i’m having dreams of going umrah, coming back pure
heart full of black spots, i need a soul clean
on some new sh+t, they judge me off the old me
street life a b+tch and she deffo a control freak
never got groomed, i sold crack before i sold weed
peckham young gun, now i’m peckham og

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