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Uh I grew up on 110s and avirexes Where it's snowin' all year, but it ain't festive Add a quid on a brick and just blame Brexit We ain't bringin' out hammers that we ain't tested You could never be my wife, get your brain tested We ain't family, ain't brothers, and we ain't bredrins I could've been a brick boy, but I just stay pebblin' I gave Tony a pipe, he turned super gremlin Me and whispers on exercise brawlin' I want your boy to back you, after you, I put it all in him You ain't never stood over a man after you sprawled him And looked into his eyes, and you can see his spirit callin' him I ain't tryna smoke that, I'm tryna leave it curin' There's somethin' 'bout straps, I need my own emporium Tour time, you know I got the drillers in the audience East end shooters like I manage Leyton Orient Before rap, I had all the hood freaks in their drawers Even when I used to sell crack and sleep on the floor I'm known for poppin' spots, I've got the streets in my pores Got my knees in the mud and the keys to the door I might take my little bitch and make a scene in Dior Go and get myself nicked, fuck, I've been here before Free man, unlock, gettin' fed at my door My next door just cries and bangs his head off his wall They unlocked us one mornin', he was dead on his floor And the sad thing is, I forget what he's called I came home and hit the trap like, 'fuck rap, I'm causin' carnage' I had a cat who had a dog and newspaper for a carpet I was knocking on bandos with the dotty in my armpit G-checkin' trappers, had them crashin' into parked whips There's somethin' about all this madness that I find calmin' He's a fly, I wouldn't harm him, women think I'm charmin' I can tell her, 'hold this,' and she won't find it alarmin' In the bando smokin' sterling, kitty smokin' off a carling They hate me 'cause my past said they wouldn't put it past him Anywhere you see him, blast him if he's on to our kid We got all the money now, they're at a disadvantage They lookin' at me funny now, I grew up disadvantaged I used to get my kicks from Barking Market But every single time we made a pound, we used to halve it Tell me that you hate me All the feelings that you harboured or your harbourin' You know my lifestyle's rather grim And all my broskis scarred your skin On sight, we ain't bargainin', I'm instantly carvin' in the charlatan And I'm killing rappers, embalmin' 'em I'ma need a taxidermist and a big room unfurnished More money, more problems, more burners You're going out wrong, you've done yourself a disservice I had coke in my pyrex before they started dancin' in their Nike techs When they was all signin' for some light cheques I was on the m-way pack bang doin' mileage Real back in style, I never said it looked stylish I grew up on 110s and avirexes Where it's snowin' all year, but it ain't festive Add a quid on a brick and just blame Brexit We ain't bringin' out hammers that we ain't tested You could never be my wife, get your brain tested We ain't family, ain't brothers, and we ain't bredrins I could've been a brick boy, but I just stay pebblin' I gave Tony a pipe, he turned super gremlin
Writer(s): Eyobed Getachew Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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