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A-Abiz on the mother-- A-Abiz on the mother-- A-Abiz on the mother--A-A-7 track. Was outside in my school clothes The graveyard's Open but the school's closed You'll probably hear About it on the news though So when we Spillin' juice that ain't new though Young nigga Tryna get his bread right Stuck like a fox In some headlights He got the hammer by leg side And when He slay, ain't stoppin' at no red light. Only yesterday we was watchin' Lion King. Now we all in the lion's den. If you ain't gonna ride, why you lyin' then? Said you got all the sticks but you won't Fire them. He was 18 tryna take one for The team and murder in the mornin', neighbors woke Up to the screamin'. Devil want your soul and The reaper's still reapin'. Told me see a doctor, I've been talkin' to The demons. Dancin' with the wolves, I'm sinnin' With djinns. And every single summer, put them Things on a thing. I used to kick ball And try to ting with the rim. All I needed was a thing to keep the Beast within, uh. They try and judge me but to each his Own. I remember older niggas used to sleep with Chrome. Mummy said, "Don't let these streetlights Beat you home." But I had it on speakerphone 'Cause that shit used to call me. Rumbles in the hallies. Fights after school then it's chicken wings from Morley's. Grew up on the Moorlands, 'round the bend From Rory's. Olders ain't got nada but some cigs And some stories. We had the rifles in the hatchbacks. Same kids who put the fireworks in your cat Flap. Said we had the rifles in the hatchbacks. Same kids who put the fireworks in your... Raised in the streets, I'm unruly. Been around drugs from a juvie. I'll always be my mum's little angel. But I'll always be a devil way moody. I just copped ten shoes out of Off-Spring. But I gotta slow down for my offspring. I gotta put somethin' down for my seeds. Fifty pairs of Nikes ain't cheap. Backside of the Bricks, we was spinnin' rocks. Bird calls anytime the pigs spin the block. There's rules to this ting when you've been a Dob. Whether you go mosque, church or the synagogue. I was sittin' down tryna spin the clock. They asked me if I've been good, I said I've been with God. 'Cause I'm in the mob. When everybody know your face it's a little odd. But I got bigger probs. Was outside in my school clothes The graveyard's Open but the school's closed probably hear about it On the news though So when we spillin' juice That ain't new though Young nigga tryna get his Bread right Stuck like a fox in some headlights He got the hammer by leg side And when He slay, he ain't stoppin' at no red light Red Light