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You shouldn't play with fire
And acting fugitives
My angels Ludacris
On job if it's lucrative hear of lion
Bring my demons when I Double p
It's Gun smokes
For any body wanna trouble g
Cropper of the year with platinum
I should ve of got a plaque
The ways I bear back the strain
I should have got a clap
My lil nigga took a L
He could have got a sack
PTSD , from domestic violence
All my GCSE was
From collective guidance
Yeah I've learn from corner
A gamble with a quarter
Put that Purity in the vein
I Had the nitty under comma
If it wasn't for mum
Probably wouldn't been in England
My daddy left his sons
Didn't want nothing out of his hands
Aint no price on pain
But all my pleasure been expensive
Got me dreaming mind , body
Soul , feeding on expenses
Am addicted to a poison
With an automatic weapons
Had a dream to own Rolex
Bought that chronomatic seconds
They don't care about health
They only see us as consumer
That brother never wanted love
Only said it to confuse her
How you tryng build a paradise
Still feeding on your parasites
These niggas still asleep
They don't even know
The power of mind
Flashbacks are vivid
Chasing dreams gave me nightmares
Reminiscing on a come up
All I wanted was a Nike air
And All them Custody cells
But didn't wanna spend a night there
Politics in house
I'm in a house of cards
I'm hearing rumours on my ends
They says my ends is scars
But nah I Don't just
Rhymes with words
I break my life in part
And if I tell full story
It ll be a life in bars
Niggas want da fame
I want that paper
Coming in large amount
I'm always by myself
Cos ain't nobody
That can hardly count
These Niggas said they loyal
Get sucked they disown you
Seen it hundred times
He said got you now owns you
My nigga came from vacation
Jakes caught him at the airport
I'm sending prayer to my brothers
Still awaiting to ear court
He knew it was his time
But didn't invest in union
Now I m the only time get money
Is through like western union
I aint no relics in my chamber
Its Gavitas in my synagogue
90 litre tank, I'm feeding babies
When I'm in the lodge
Corps in mirrors
I'm like Aladdin with the genie
I can feel it the air
But I aint nothing like benie
Influencer
These little nigga wanna be me
But nah I aint the type
To be standing out and protest
Better miss me
With your matter niggas
If ain't bout progress
Was rookie for like a year
Now they wanna know my process
Babies having babies in trap
I turn to pro yes
These rappers
Are capping about the trap
Its not their profess
Its 5 figures drop
Everytime I get to harvest
And you get smoked just
For talking the hardest
How you talking all that beef
When niggas know
That you plant base
Its like niggas turn a poet
At the touch of pancake
Got brothers deep involved
That only step with their maches
Put a Ops in a rizzla
Then we turn him into ashes
