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Dun know. Brixton Hill to Tottenham. All day, every day. Sluts Capone and Tay Youngster from my G. GD2 coming out real soon. Get that. Dun know. Six, Five, four, three, two, one. Check that sound. Right. A lot of people don't like me, But I'm still here. But that's cool 'cah I don't like my milk Shared. But when I get up on the mic, The fans will cheer. Yeah, we rolling through this bitch like a Wheelchair. Raise your glasses, here's a toast to The G's. We wrote to MP, put a poster Up of me. If you ain't got a vote, Just toke a little weed. But the streets play me close, just as close As you can be. On the rhythm like cops On the beat. Crep check, teff like what's on Your feet? Acting like I ain't had drugs by My cheeks. Bruises on my ash and knuckle cuts On my sheets. Plus, I told your girl that She can get it how she want. She have me from behind but get it better From the front. High five, now I'm ready for A jump off. Sluts got the Henny, check, Fam got the skunk. Huh. This my life and I'ma live it. I'ma love it, I'ma get it, then go write It in my lyrics. And I don't write with Pens, I might just type it into digits. On my BB, I grab the mic and just Go spit it. What you saying, yard? This my life and I'ma live it. I'ma love it, I'ma get it, then go write It my lyrics. And I don't write with pens, I might just type it into digits. On my BB, I grab the mic and just Go spit it. New kid on the block, But I ain't kidding. And I ain't politicking with The pigeons and the pigeons. Don tried to cut me out when we was Dealing. Now I got a next hustle, I ain't Saving, I'ma shilling. Like I'll be damned if you ever see me Stopping. Walk in your sister's room, you probably Hear my CD knocking. With your face screwed up when you're bopping. But when you leave a room, you still got Your head knocking. Some people call me Fam, but they ain't familiar. They ain't my family, they not in my familiar. And on a grown man ting, I ain't feeling Ya. You got some similes, but we ain't similar. We go slick, we go smooth, we go hard, These. Now the whole hood wanna get a Carns Beat. Or a Loco banger, or a Ceez joint. But they shoot and miss, no three point. Huh. This my life and I'ma live it. I'ma love it, I'ma get it, then go write It in my lyrics. And I don't write with pens, I might just Type it into digits. On my BB, grab the mic and just go Spit it. What saying, This my life and I'ma Live it. I'ma love it, I'ma get it, then Go write it my lyrics. And I don't write with pens, I might just Type it into digits. Hey, is girl