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yng ciiber - state of affairs lyrics

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she wanna do demon sh+t
told her go get your bally and black airforces

and that man dropped
no way that death was natural causes

tried to poison me with a poison tree, that’s a b+tch move man that’s crass

your man got smoked, like down to the roach, now bro’s locked up in the map

wag1 for your snitch man gang, imma remix that, call it b+tch man gang

imma play that back, flog them man with a cain, till he’s unable to stand

imma call you cain, cos bro was abel, you tried to stab bro in the back

but cain got capped, time to re+write the bible and bring crucifixion back

how you get drilled at home?
how you get drilled at home?

press then push, we pull out and twist it

you loved man shoes so much that you kissed em

i come from west, and i ride with a saint, when he dip man he get blessed

saw you out on the block, one your ones getting flogged, swear the wasteman nearly got cheffed

dear god my brethren evil, no hesitation they’re firing shots

not safe out here, not safe in there, i watch men get put in a box

my team all a1 workers

your team all fans and lurkers

man even an itch wan fade him

green light, and i watch her bally up in a burka

desperate times and desperate measures

flow so sick, got quarantined

it’s not a joke, i’m turning like ledger

no joker gas, just covid 19

my set got pressed but they didn’t sing

just introduce them man to the ching

f+ck 12
like free up my set
we come from the thirty
out from the west
out here chillin with the bando clan
n+ggas trapped so much called him bando rat
us men here, we’re raised in the trenches
g+check us? bomboclaat?

rachet hoes from interstate
try hit to my line, like please stop (please stop)
your man gonna tweak, but our men take trips, gonna grip that, hit that, see it’s sorted

that mans mum should’ve aborted
dip him nicely, after (no comment)
back in the day the drip was all rawted
these days info tings got me love sick

these ones here a whole different breed
flip that, switch that, 10 off a brick (x2)

police all claim i’m violent (uh uh)
they say that i’m f+cked in the head

way back in eleven man i was irrelevant
opp men still copped bricks to the head

and this one op i swear when i find him
he’s gon meet the end of his days
this dumb yute got put in a spliff
i swear i’m carving it on his grave

shaytan he rang me up, said we have to talk about my youngins
f+ck sakes, like what’s the case and why’d they cop it
took a trip, and the ops they said, their lives just flashed before their eyes
just stay inside, these men the type to tweak and take your life (x2)

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