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All I know is run it up, till my legs are heavy

Still rep for the set, I do sets of 20

Big banks and a butcher like I stepped with Benny

I'm tryna leave that boy drippin' like he dressed with Bemi

My cracks yellow, buj brown like Carl and Lenny

I'm a real outlaw like Edward Kelly

Bro knifed up his celly so they sent him swelly

I showed him how to charge his Anko on his crystal telly

I'm a legend in the pitch like R9 and Pele

East London gangbanging like the 'Raq or LA

I put coke in a pot like pasta penne

And this ammonia stinks but it's worth the headache

Round here you get dipped like Turkish mezze

That's loads of bread, and I made sure the bros was fed

Louis down in the trenches, I'm overdressed

'Cause I was broke, I was so depressed

I know these pussies wanna kill me, so you know the rest

I buy hire poles and spinners and we're known to step

That's neck, chest, back, that's solar plex

Ot I got 'em queuing up in rows of 10

I got about 10 plugs that've thrown me 10

I'm a rudeboy, cockney like the old East End

All gold, but the face in my Rolly's red

Like a fat white man tryna hold his breath

Every night I have a dream you was right here wi' me

Then I wake up cryin' cuh my homie's dead

I swear this life that I'm livin' in's so grotesque

I gotta learn from my mistakes like I don't know best

I pray it don't go left, I know they're preeing

Any time we're puttin' down hammers and when we're re-ing

And I got opps on birds that need freeing

And I got bros as well, they need freeing

Squeeze till I got nothin' left like Ian

Carpe diem, really can't wait to see 'em

I'm super OT, that means I grind European

I'm in a tracksuit in a 8 figure meeting

Your brother ain't your brother if he's someone you compete with

How your links Cuban when really your the weakest

If you tell me somethin' then I'm never gon' repeat it

These rappers are my nephews, sons, I mean nieces

It's a sad story like Franklin and Peaches

So I'ma keep my Nina and show you what beef is

Shit, ahh

Every night I have a dream, you was right here wi' me

Then I wake up cryin' cuh my homie's dead

Screams show me love, can you show me sense?

Please show me love, can you show me sense?

Every night I have a dream, you was right here wi' me

Then I wake up cryin' cuh my homie's dead

Screams show me love, can you show me sense?

Please show me love, can you show me sense?

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