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[intro]
they got one then we go got two, we got two in
sting like aybee
you ain’t never fought for your life in trial, it’s a big bird if they convict me
main roads, side roads, back roads, high roads

[chorus]
talk online, but he ain’t ever did that
scopin’, pop doors, and dig that
foot off the clutch, my bro just skid that
no flip_flap when he do it with sk!ll
like, how many man got k!lled?
no insight, i’m just keepin’ it real
you ain’t ever jumped in the four door wheel, and you ain’t goin’ home till suttin’ gets k!lled
[verse]
i ain’t goin’ home till i see these readies, i ain’t goin’ home till the opps on telly
main roads, side roads, back roads, high roads, attempted k’s and successful ones
c1 is a fan of wands, comе bring a fairy, you can slide along
it’s funny how the paigons rap, they hidе their pain and deny their gang
four opp packs in the air
it’s five if we’re countin’ affiliates, gang, gang
if they got one, then we go got two, we got two in the van and we made it three
____, ____ then we made it four
we stay, let it down ’cah we made it five
that’s right, i don’t know why the paigons try
“gutta is wet” and “gutta’s a neek”, i been all peppered, we taped that street
i been with l2 and we taped that street
i been with bg and we taped that street
live in the flesh, you denied your g’s, so i don’t wanna hear ’bout “free risky”
you left your bike and you done that dash, two minutes later, i chinged swavey
blood on the shank, not blood on leaves
everyday, new lies on me
in the dock, saw eyes on me
you ain’t never fought for your life in trial, it’s a big bird if they convict me
lost my way, had to stop with lean
i lost my bro and it still pains me
and i know that they don’t feel me, but i don’t feel a way in this industry
we chinged you, you ain’t touched my g’s, so i don’t wanna hear ’bout 2smokeyy
the shotgun beat in chinx’s lap, ask broadday, could’ve felt that heat
ask blitz too if he felt that heat
go ask ____ if he felt that heat
y2 got shot on the block, and his little bro got done by creepz
i don’t wanna hear ’bout armed response, he had no response when he hopped out the back seat
ask me if i witnessed it, i smile at you and i say “no” gladly
eyes on a hand ting ’cause i know guys that got eyes on my life, my fam, my slime
i pray for you, keep your head up high
lil kizzy used to play outside, now, i pray i see him just one more time
no lie, i cried when they took my guy, free all the guys that are sittin’ inside
out of ten of my guys, i was the last one left
my gun case cause me loads of stress
when justice prevails, i can finally rest
had days in my cell, no quick vapin’, bunk bed, just me and the prayer mat
every day, i woke up and prayed, i don’t pay for my sins and allah just spare man
he chinged this and he chinged that, murder this and murder that
you could talk everyday on my gang, but name me a thing that we ain’t got back, facts, the verbal abuse is whack
what do you know ’bout purge & pressure?
jump in the whip ‘cah we tour them flats
gang, gang, gang, gang
bro got nicked for a m, so it’s free my fam, fam, fam
in the back of the cab, it’s food we slang, i risked my freedom for that
came out of the can, but we outside glidin’
i was 16 in a transit van
she’s billin’ that, these hoes are mad, if she ain’t mine then i don’t want that
you f_ck with my opp, but they k!lled my man’s, f_ck you and f_ck him as well
too much drugs in my system, i had weed and lean as well
high selection when i cop me a pack, so don’t ask “who?” when i inhale that
reload and slang, trap, mash and bang, come back to the ends, celebrate with gang
was it ak pack? was it nutz_nutz pack? got a dots on my lap, man, i make it slap
wind down the window, i saw me a figure, he ain’t involved, can’t pull that trigger
(wind down the window, i saw me a figure, he ain’t involved, can’t pull that trigger)
[chorus]
talk online, but he ain’t ever did that
scopin’, pop doors, and dig that
foot off the clutch, my bro just skid that
no flip_flap when he do it with sk!ll
like, how many man got k!lled?
no insight, i’m just keepin’ it real
you ain’t ever jumped in the four door wheel, and you ain’t goin’ home till suttin’ gets k!lled

- gutta

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