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keemo كلمات الأغنية

yo, i’m on some next sh-t, f-ck feds sh-t
live life on the run, i ain’t tryna get arrested
i tell a brudda ketchdis
headphones on, zoot in my hand
thinking about my enemies
i’m a make that n-gga regret, what he said
hit the n-gga in his big head, not his leg
these p-ssyios wanna act wicked on the internet
until i make somet fly into them
now it’s a next ting, serious incident
snitches in the station even signatures on statements
when i’m all up in the bin, man a full of chat
but when i break my silence, they don’t holla back
shouldn’t talk like a banger if you don’t bang
from the same man but f-ck most man
f-ck most man, bang my ting anywhere
straps such a little slag
i move with my heat cuh the roads cold
nowadays you won’t fight a man and get your nose broke
funerals are like every other week
high every other week a mans dead, it’s no joke
but when i make it to 25, hope so
but certain man are hoping that i don’t though
sometimes i think it’s best if i don’t blow
probably get smoked by a hater at my own show
keems back, oh no better call the po po
you can be 21 and die over your postcode
will have your mum talking to you for a photo
cuh in the hood it just rains no snow
i roll deep and i’m heartless but i’m solo
ain’t a gangsta in brum that i don’t know
ain’t a gangsta party that i don’t go
gotta bang in line no hose phone
i hustle in the rain, tryna make myself a better life
somet’s gotta change i’m getting sick of selling whites
whether its bud a bit of sniff or the hard food
hand in every pie there ain’t a drug i can’t move
i used to run up in your drum for your sports car
me and conor on the graft taking doors off
now i run up in your drum, if you talk hard
from the west mids where the youngs spray, north star
rapping about guns but can’t mess with them a lot
if i burst of the new one, man i’ll send you to the shop
it’s f-cked if you got beef and you ain’t got heat
mummy better save up, funerals are not cheap
it’s not a bait ting man a mascot
it’s not a g-y ting but you can get your -ss touched
you wanna act all hard and sh-t
get barbecued in your back garden b-tch
sitting in my cell, recalls a mad ting
bored senseless, watching my fan spin
i’m tryna write a bar but my head hurts
and i think the more i think the more it gets worse
but i ain’t pressing my b[?] to tell them get nursed
i need paink!llers i’d rather dead first
today i got a letter of my ex bird
telling me her hearts broke, like i give an f word
hah, i’m sick of being banged up
hearing keys jingle and doors slam shut
on the wing for the n-ggas tryna act tough
but i’m only on recall thank f-ck
god knows it could’ve been a lot worse
i could’ve been on a drug charge because i shot work
i could be on a mad ting
cuz out there me and d done a lot of dirt big man ting

- keemo

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