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We took numerous trips round there but lad that something I can't discuss (no way)
I don't wanna end up in cuffs (ugh)
We heartless wrong or right regardless yeah I'ma back my blood
Shh got got and he left his uzzo
♥♥♥♥ and he's still out talking tough (hah)
They don't know about taking risks
Them big lads they're made for this
We invest in shanks and shivs and if there's beef we taking trips
I can't call them opps, lad we beefing flops
I got friends, looking at 10, you watched yours getting put in a box (put in a box)
Who wants smoke? (who?)
They don't want smoke, trust me mothers them boys ain't ready
21 what? But one got knocked, ha, I guess that makes them 20
Free up Freddy and Lebs (free Em), plus my coey Deacon Chef
Making moves while them boys follow
Playing these games like Simon says