Certi
Are we going in?
Of course bro
Yeah
Here
You dont sleep when your chasing cheaters
Michevious with subpoenas
Didn't want that, or fiending Tulisa's
City is cold for a reason
So when bro said roll and sell reefers
I was in the rave with ho's and no Beiber's
With mates who cold but own heaters
Didn't want that though
Not no Addidas
I hit the ball for a bit like Venus
Have it Serena's
Music saved me
So my bro said don't leave this
Got here real bare man are facetious
Say what I mean don't say what is meanless
Now I'm at award shows and foes believe us
I took the long road this goals for keepers
But no Leno
Time to ball you can't block its easy
It's penos'
She wanna be with me for my memo
But I didn't do this for P or beating
One smells of bubblegum, one Hesesh Peices
She's telling me how her features
Make man give her butt head no Beavis
Lifes hard, many need Jesus
Since
A few mates and a car
Watch what I Dubai
Might go Quatar
Hands in pies getting rid of this mindset
Hierarchy's wrapped us in to get barred
From smiles
Youts gone but switched on
They kill us why were awake its Slipknot
Gratitude in the matrix this one
Even though the engine means we get piston (pissed on)
Lord have mercy
Luther's certi
So I gota stay composed
I'm a clever black man on a roll
So fam
I gota fly not fold
When slags
They wanna phone my phone
And twats
They wanna take my soul
And labels wanna take energy now that
The world knows I'm cold
The world is mad and loppi
Some man end up on brown no coffee
That's why streets are mockery
Governments lie
Some back it like their guys got beef
Water on ice dining with a hotty
Or streets at night
Chatting like bro how can we stop the lies properly
Pains man made today but not broccoli
Made a business with music
Believed when I had no shine
Show gratitude
Cause the 3rd worlds blue
2 2's I dont judge when a bro does crime
Was ahead of guys in 2009
Then I got ill, some of my fam died
Now industry will see the flows nice
Yo my leave my job and road side
Lets flex
Ain't taking girlfriends
If she wah' text me
Then leave her bro jet
I don't need that head
To mess with my set
Or drama
That's why I got good karma
Estates applaud me
My poetry is door keys
In car parks they adore these
Father Jamaican mother Jamacian
Leicester my placement
U.G Station
13 I started
Chucking paper round class to gas the teachers no farting
Back then it was fruity loops 3
Took time what's why protect your energy
Is the moto
Don't wanna bring lyricists sorrow
But they can't mess with the flow or clarity, originality or vitality
Last one riding for truth I'm down I'm gravity
Lord have mercy
Luther's certi
So I gota stay composed
I'm a clever black man on a roll
So fam
I gota fly not fold
When slags
They wanna phone my phone
And twats
They wanna take my soul
And labels wanna take energy now that
The world knows im cold
Sitting in a cris' shirt I prefer this elegance
Since birth
We was just getting by
So insides where I had decadence know your worth
If your not a black star with stripes your foreign American
From times
Outside chip shops teaching residents
My words were always benevolent
I'm from sediment
But Orion, so women round me
Aint on beef don't need to beat
Dunno why set man wanna ring me for tweaks
PTSD
From racism and seeing people getting stabbed up everyweek
So when I pull out the Hennessy don't freak
Really we just wanna be loved its not deep
You might well see me in
Dance, and soaked in JD nd'
Don't kill note' but
Roads will know that I'm G nd'
Systems broke fam im leaving
Many low so
When they're so broke
For the notes bro
Many go get the keys in
Same as government thiefing'
This world is deceiving
I'm in the 10th dimension this evening
Mate
But there's a way out the maze
Gonna take years not days
Hope we all make it
Luthers a legend, David
And god gave me patients
Now life amazing
Sisters and bros
Having jokes
Discussing how we can make the globe better
Realness forever
Fear they promote
Because they don't want us growing together
Lord have mercy
Luther's certi
So I gota stay composed
I'm a clever black man on a roll
So fam
I gota fly not fold
When slags
They wanna phone my phone
And twats
They wanna take my soul
And labels wanna take energy now that
The world knows I'm cold
Of course bro
Yeah
Here
You dont sleep when your chasing cheaters
Michevious with subpoenas
Didn't want that, or fiending Tulisa's
City is cold for a reason
So when bro said roll and sell reefers
I was in the rave with ho's and no Beiber's
With mates who cold but own heaters
Didn't want that though
Not no Addidas
I hit the ball for a bit like Venus
Have it Serena's
Music saved me
So my bro said don't leave this
Got here real bare man are facetious
Say what I mean don't say what is meanless
Now I'm at award shows and foes believe us
I took the long road this goals for keepers
But no Leno
Time to ball you can't block its easy
It's penos'
She wanna be with me for my memo
But I didn't do this for P or beating
One smells of bubblegum, one Hesesh Peices
She's telling me how her features
Make man give her butt head no Beavis
Lifes hard, many need Jesus
Since
A few mates and a car
Watch what I Dubai
Might go Quatar
Hands in pies getting rid of this mindset
Hierarchy's wrapped us in to get barred
From smiles
Youts gone but switched on
They kill us why were awake its Slipknot
Gratitude in the matrix this one
Even though the engine means we get piston (pissed on)
Lord have mercy
Luther's certi
So I gota stay composed
I'm a clever black man on a roll
So fam
I gota fly not fold
When slags
They wanna phone my phone
And twats
They wanna take my soul
And labels wanna take energy now that
The world knows I'm cold
The world is mad and loppi
Some man end up on brown no coffee
That's why streets are mockery
Governments lie
Some back it like their guys got beef
Water on ice dining with a hotty
Or streets at night
Chatting like bro how can we stop the lies properly
Pains man made today but not broccoli
Made a business with music
Believed when I had no shine
Show gratitude
Cause the 3rd worlds blue
2 2's I dont judge when a bro does crime
Was ahead of guys in 2009
Then I got ill, some of my fam died
Now industry will see the flows nice
Yo my leave my job and road side
Lets flex
Ain't taking girlfriends
If she wah' text me
Then leave her bro jet
I don't need that head
To mess with my set
Or drama
That's why I got good karma
Estates applaud me
My poetry is door keys
In car parks they adore these
Father Jamaican mother Jamacian
Leicester my placement
U.G Station
13 I started
Chucking paper round class to gas the teachers no farting
Back then it was fruity loops 3
Took time what's why protect your energy
Is the moto
Don't wanna bring lyricists sorrow
But they can't mess with the flow or clarity, originality or vitality
Last one riding for truth I'm down I'm gravity
Lord have mercy
Luther's certi
So I gota stay composed
I'm a clever black man on a roll
So fam
I gota fly not fold
When slags
They wanna phone my phone
And twats
They wanna take my soul
And labels wanna take energy now that
The world knows im cold
Sitting in a cris' shirt I prefer this elegance
Since birth
We was just getting by
So insides where I had decadence know your worth
If your not a black star with stripes your foreign American
From times
Outside chip shops teaching residents
My words were always benevolent
I'm from sediment
But Orion, so women round me
Aint on beef don't need to beat
Dunno why set man wanna ring me for tweaks
PTSD
From racism and seeing people getting stabbed up everyweek
So when I pull out the Hennessy don't freak
Really we just wanna be loved its not deep
You might well see me in
Dance, and soaked in JD nd'
Don't kill note' but
Roads will know that I'm G nd'
Systems broke fam im leaving
Many low so
When they're so broke
For the notes bro
Many go get the keys in
Same as government thiefing'
This world is deceiving
I'm in the 10th dimension this evening
Mate
But there's a way out the maze
Gonna take years not days
Hope we all make it
Luthers a legend, David
And god gave me patients
Now life amazing
Sisters and bros
Having jokes
Discussing how we can make the globe better
Realness forever
Fear they promote
Because they don't want us growing together
Lord have mercy
Luther's certi
So I gota stay composed
I'm a clever black man on a roll
So fam
I gota fly not fold
When slags
They wanna phone my phone
And twats
They wanna take my soul
And labels wanna take energy now that
The world knows I'm cold
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