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I'm still faded, faded, faded The ride I'm still faded, faded, faded The sample's crazy (why won't it stop?) The ride Why won't it stop? Ooh, the ride (so give it to them man) Uh Hopped out the gate to a Bentley Got me feeling like AJ at Wembley I've got a house in the sticks, I'm living stress-free God bless me, guide me, protect me I'm in the booth so long I just forget sleep I used to have ten cats by the Westbury When I used to share a bedroom with Wesley "Stay at home", 'member Nanny used to beg me But from young I've been involved heavily I jump out on it, ask Lexie Trappin' ain't dead, the trap fed me Trappin' ain't dead, the trap fed me Blonde bagger, no Montana, the song's sadder Don Dada, my long hammer, my companion I get active, I've been 'bout it, it's on camera They just act when it's on camera More ego than sense, Crown Court in suspense In the hoopty, I ain't tense, I've been doing this I grip the Trey and let it sky like a stewardess You will never know what I've been through for this See the streets is suttin' that I'm fluent with Gifts and curses, cah man ah seen my dargs in hearses I pray in masjids, my boy's Mum's cry in churches And they wanna live this life on purpose Go and find some purpose I've done so much bird, now I'm fly on purpose They say "P, drop a freestyle for me" I say, "On the day they retrial Money" And cats on the block love redial Frankie I be in the bando, the neighbours can't stand me Crack made me a hero, not a Stan-lee Rap money aight, that's houses for my family That's big MAC's for the block, bare candy My dad's Algerian, grew up in a shanty R.I.P. Kangy, I grew up with Dammy and Lanry (I'm still) I still think that I'm money and I'm here to tell Burberry I hit her from the back and make her legs go all Bambi I get so beach, check the sand on me, sand on the beach Not a man you can speach, though hang with the Gs Shit, huh Still hang with the Gs Training day three Ooh, ooh-ooh (uh) Ooh, ooh-ooh I'm still faded, faded, faded The ride I'm still faded, faded, faded Why won't it stop? The ride Why won't it stop? Ooh, the ride
Writer(s): Jamel Bousbaa, Gottfried Nortey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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