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Nah, fam, fuck all these fake niggas, man Free all the real niggas, my guy (come on) always bro (come on, come on) You know what I'm sayin' my nigga? Man are so fake out here All the real niggas be in jail (look) Just do the ting, my nigga, make sure you fuck up the roads, innit? Big Zeeko Go on then brodie, please phone Kody A man got touch at the donut shop I hope he recovers in a week if not it's peak He owes man guap Put that to the back of my mind right now Black trainers, black tracksuit, black gloves What happens on opp block stays on opp block We do not ride out with a loose tongue (ah-ah) You are not bad, what have you done? Sis see me get three man down in a night She don't I did that more than once I hate pigs call them c- Cunch lines billed more than blunts (ah-ah) Tryna get rich by any means Even If it means running in drums (let's go) Yo, it's Big Five, no lie man I live this life (yeah) All of the bouncers at the door givin' out a frisk Man's still got the sticks inside Turn on the light I'm choppin' up bits of white Got dark like the Brixton Riots (ay) Flew Dam on the economy class, hit a lick with my darg Came back on a business flight (ay) I'm selling white girl that Kylie Monogue (yeah) Practice what you preach but if I preach what I practice That ain't no lie to promote (yeah) Pray that the music ting works out for the best Cah man's getting tired of the road (yeah) And no one cares if you spent on thou' on your crep In jail, that's the price of a phone (ah-ah) In jail that's the price of a tech I'm back live in the flesh See how Jesus rise from the dead? That's how felt when I walked out of the seg Dutch I'm a boss (yeah) What you know about signing checks? Bedford, Manchester and then Bristol I might go shutdown Brighton next (yeah) Or I might just shut down Brum (ah-ah), Club 101 I got this connect that only sells weed in bulk And I know his G's gonna come You think I spent all this P's on jewels And I ain't spend P's on a g-? I'm just incriminating my own self Just know intimidation won't help Woah, woah, how low could you go? (Ah) Like this one chick said she can post my dick pics If I don't answer the phone (I blocked that bitch that's a long dick) (Don't act like the world ain't seen one of those) I got this shit, no word like Flipz I'ma put this in the funeral home (RIP) I'm like I put the beat in the morgue right now Tell a man go do the autopsy See ow the insides got torn right out (ah) The contracts got a clause right now So C said that I can't talk right now I got two bad B's from South and they And they wanna come to the East side of the town (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Go on then brodie, please phone Kody A man got touch at the donut shop I hope he recovers in a week if not it's peak He owes man guap Put that to the back of my mind right now Black trainers, black tracksuit, black gloves What happens on opp block stays on opp block We do not ride out with a loose tongue You are not bad, what have you done? Sis see me get three man down in a night She don't I did that more than once I hate pigs call them c- Cunch lines billed more than blunts Tryna get rich by any means Even If it means running in drums Don't fuck up and go back to jail my guy Just stay on the road I know you can fuck it up my nigga Come on my nigga, man, fam (yeah?) Mans pissed you got lifed off my nigga, man My guy, bro, don't even pree that my guy Inshallah I get my appeal, bro Come on, come on, free my nigga Dappo, you dun know