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Safety systems armed. Ten, nine, Eight, seven, six, five, four, Three, two, one. It's 2012, he's still tryna tan 'em. Plenty metal shells, like Pogs, I'm a slammer. Kid called Jerry, heard he's telling on the mandem. Now they tryna get Jerry Curl like a salon. Yeah, you dun-dun, us man are loose cannons. Always on the green, now they call me Bruce Banner. But I'm James Coffee, I can get you Baked salmon. Dodge the CCTV but stay on the Cannons. Educated thug, young Makaveli. Or Nas in his prime, young, Black, and edgy. Listen, you ain't never packed a semi. No print tee on the pitch for Balotelli. We united 'round here, this is Man City. Thought something was sweet, they give a man Hickeys. From the big sweets and the grand smithy. Burning chocolate from Hend, that is mad piffy. I've been out here since shelltoes. See, I'm from a place, but it ain't Melrose. My G's in the big house, stick to the Jail codes. No leg room, so they're swinging elbows. Feltham to Belmarsh, Brixton to Warno. Heavy, I'm a nigga run the streets like the Oboe. Beef don't sleep, stay close to the hollows. You only die once, that's the motto. See, niggas tryna fill the kitchen with bread and Butter. So they're out here with the lead and Rubber. When your back touch your ribs, yeah, that's Belly hunger. Now he's out in something close by His belly button. Eight made her disappear like Three mugs. So man are moving reckless, Man on Reese mugs. And when Donny got yapped for his Jesus, Told him he ain't getting that back, but he Can beef us. I butt heads, I'm a Beavis. I used to spoil parties, I'm a spleaser. I'll rinse that nice, I'm a cleaner. Soak man up like Squeezer. 'Cause I told you 'bout nights when I pitch Rounds. With that Lady Gaga and that Chris Brown. Don't judge me and think I was a thick Child. I could've had it good, I was a Bit proud. I've been out here since shelltoes. See, I'm from a place, but it ain't Melrose. My G's in the big house, stick to the Jail codes. No leg room, so they're swinging elbows. Feltham to Belmarsh, Brixton to Warno. Heavy, I'm a nigga run the streets like the Oboe. Beef don't sleep, stay close to the hollows. You only die once, that's the motto.