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Keep it blicky, stay fresh and show gratitude Now I fancy her, she ain't got no attitude Four Ounces in the soda, watching Fresh Prince Hammer Came in a box with Chanel prints. Selling pebbles down south in my North Face Money Saved for the kids mean we all safe Loose Job, the F-Pace like Scalextric My little homie's Locked up, but he got Netflix. And I'll see your face in the sun. Uh, uh. And I can hear your heart Beat still. Ayo, yo. I'll carry on. Yo. Keep it blicky, stay fresh and show gratitude Now I fancy her, she ain't got no attitude Four ounces in the soda, watching Fresh Prince Hammer came in a box with Chanel prints Selling Pebbles down south in my North Face Money saved For the kids mean we all safe Loose job, The F-Pace like Scalextric My little homie's locked Up, but he got Netflix. Fresh out on bail, he tryna pop it again. Lock and load, unload and go and lock it Again. Fiends watching from the sideline, Jawbones animated You know the chef with the coke Like Larry Davis I know my mum ain't too Pissed I never graduated, 'cause she know I'm Getting money and I travel places Shout to uncles, Four-one-nine, they gon' die on fraud Tryna count a Hundred stacks on the ironing board Was live at The Super Bowl tryna blend in color. You know I love the boy Luger like my Seventh brother. Daddy had a lot of kids, Was a rolling stone Me, I had a lot Of sticks and I rolled with stones South West London, lot of broken bones I grew Up in Lambeth, a lot of broken homes. But we stick together, shells hold the kids Together. Born into poverty, I pray we rich forever I was on the port cards before these chart Tables Little devil wearing Prada, Now it's Palm Angels. Shot the M4 calm, had my palm stable From South Beach, networking where you aren't able Homie Said he want a box, I said Dilla white I can trap and be dead, the bloods still Alive Know the haters want your spot, Tryna dim your light. I can't pretend to like You, I don't feel your vibe They never saw me coming, took the sauce from 'em Had to rewind mags and put the force On 'em In my cell watching Feds and I Got hope coming Casino nights, tailored shirts and Dior runners I'm walking 'round dripping sauce, Almost wet my ankles. Keep the chicken dressed sleek like I'm Benny Blanco Red dot beams and Supreme woodies. Only shoot it if we have to, we the Clean bullies Feds found the stash house, Now who told 'em that? They don't know the Bush master in the cul-de-sac Took the wrong turn, now ain't no going back But once we cover, write something, then we over That Karaoke parties with the Wayne Way. Gabrielle blowing kisses from the same stage How we Dress the same and we ain't on the same Wage? Our priorities don't match, We the same age. Aki makes a lap in his wifey, uh. I send him canteen, 'cause snacks make the time Easier. If Martin had a dream, I had a nightmare 'Cause if niggas get the Drop, then that's my life there. I'll carry on. I'll carry on.