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They wanna hear about the psycho You know the samurai holder The person that mummy wasn't proud a Used to 10 toes to school in some prada Those were my uncles hand me downs Back then, I used to bring his Avirex jackets out! He was in the peno We were round good food way before Mellows Look at what the hood do really I'm a good yout Anyone approach me I say hello Even though I'm parro Make it out the gruesome Them chances there are narrow Most committing aggro Probably down to ego! Used to wanna be a baller Grew up watching Luis Figo Playing next to Pirlo Now we up in Pirlo's Conversations manic Talking bout the times when things could've got tragic Now the dinner dates include a Lobster and a beverage Now the shows all include a booking fee and guest list Flooring costed thousands Used to be a bedsit If I had one wish It would be my peoples freedom Some try say jails nothing... don't believe them I had brothers go in & come out a new person And it were no positive changes they all worsened Grateful for my weekends Weekdays I'm grafting Cos bills ain't getting any cheaper it's a mad ting! Anytime money looking low I start panicking Thankful for the plug, chargie always got a package in Tryna leave this life for good I'm always back again 100% masculine I love my women feminine Hair did nails did with a touch of melanin Filled up with adrenaline when I got a show case Another brothers funeral I always gotta show face Keep my tears hidden Hope my sins are forgiven Always been driven I just wanna see us living That's why I gotta make a killing Good Kiid just like Kendrick Maad City's where the ends is Never had shit That's why we like to cruise in Benz's Just to make us feel like we belong out the trenches Family on both sides don't believe in fences Unless we playing 60 seconds Curbie with my brethrens All about life lessons Cherishing mothers blessings Not really into bulla Shits what they fuller Mental getting duller All about this mular It gets sticky in the dunya The roadsides just like blue tack Brothers in a coma Now he moving Michael Shumach The reals hard to find Lost hope in all the real akhs Still got my mind I just pray I never lose that! It's MAC
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