Keep It Kosher Freestyle

I never been on the streets cutting kilos
Selling all of them till it's gone zero
I'm passed chasing money coz I wanna lead though
I can't respect peasants
You're a grown leach though
A fully grown vulture I'm a big eagle
I used to read magazines called beano
My dad used to call me a real menace
I don't have a hobby I don't play tennis
I don't play football and I can't regret
I only write bars and I put them out
You stay out of trouble when you shut your mouth
Hard workers can never turn down and out
Unless they overdose or they turn lazy
Hard life poverty makes you turn crazy
Stay calm and I'm writing notes
Motherland Gold Coast and the Ivory Coast



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Writer(s): Nathan Buckman
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