Elevation

When I ask
What you allergic to
They normally say
Nuts or raisins
Got stay wid it
It gets nuts
In the part of london
We was raised in
Love my little bros
Nothing but real
Young thugs i am raising
Older bro on money
And holding it up
And they still mainting
Next stage elevation
Working her booty
Shake it shake it
Seductive
Now i gotta face temptation
Twenty fifteen i lost bro
Then i had to face that
Never seeing him again
Shit
Never brag on beats
About works
I will leave it to
The streets for my reputation
One time to the times
We was one
But two times
For the separation
It is two times
Because now we
Are not one
Two times two times
Like famous dex
A Few times bro does
Take losses but still at all
Times put his faith
In the rex
How else would he
Had made that cheque
How else would he
Have scrapped until
There was nothing left
Got caught on a lack
Get swiped and wet
At all times put inda rex
And all times little bro
Puts faith in his sword
Until he gets up close
Up in person yuck yuck
Wet trying to
Leave it soaked
Online he is different
To how he is in person
Clearly made
For the Social media
Should have just
Stayed composed
Should have just
Stayed composed
Twenty twelve school days
In southwark was nuts
If we take it back it is mental
Twenty thirteen
I was just fourteen
First time I got
Caught trying to
Make a pence
Twenty fourteen
Now i am fifth teen
Four white golds
In my mouth
Mum said that
It does not make sense
Twenty fifteen
I lost bro worked mine
Like Macbeth
Two years laters
Crouch made intense
Ohh lord can not forget
Twenty sixteen
That was late nights
On our pedal bikes
Way back now
The works all history
Freeze up days
Her brothers a op
How dumb she was still
Trying to link me
You know that we started
Whisky
Had the ends ting
I was posted at loo
Young boy doing up
Eight for a pinky
But before that
It was three balls for a pinky
Remember it was two
Forty for a zeeno
If yu know then you
Dig me
All my real ones
With me with man
Nothing like
Jagger and tiffany
I am not with that
Party settings know
Bros probably with that
Is not dog or flavours
Many men no fifty
Been holding their nose
And they say that
It smells outrageous
He replied
What is with
The twenty one questions
I said mate
It smells real toxic
Now time that
You make an exit
You can tell from
All of these postures
We are not
In all that wrestling
You can tell from
His posture he has
Got it and he can
Show you a little
Something about fencing
Strictly entertainment purpose
Little bro used to
Keep food in his
Mothers house
His mum found it
She did not dash that bag
He was grounded
But he got that back
Usually nuts or raisins
See the hood I was raised in
Miss young days
With raymound
Lit up the chronic simulation Assisted so
The tropics rotated
All he felt
Was the force
From the bag i was waving
Go to get in surely
Because i have been patient

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