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ps hitsquad - cradle to the grave كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(ayy, tweeko mixed this, you know, it sounds cold)
huh

[verse]
conversations ’bout my nieces and kids with my brother_in_law
what you think a n_gga hustlin’ for? and i’m still duckin’ the law
they thinkin’ that i got my foot in the door
but i’m a stepper, got my feet in the streets, i let it beat on repeat
they keep tellin’ me i’m mean on a beat
i let it beat out a jeep, i know they ain’t been in the streets
i got the [?] in my feet, it’s in a rucksack
who’s that? what’s that? shoot when you clock that
two hands on a .9, just a quarter to bun that
what a life, you don’t want that, it’s long, akh, my brother got life for the wrong pack
and i apologize for the times they hit mum’s gaff lookin’ for me
i call lisa beforehand, i’m bookin’ the t
put smack down on with a raw, i just cook up a three
i heard they lookin’ for me likе who’s rico?
i stick to the g code, interviеw room, i don’t speak
all the sh_t that i do, i think i’m just lookin’ for me
i heard they lookin’ for me, well, i’m just lookin’ for peace
i’m just dyin’ to live at least before i end up deceased but i’m by the edge of the sea
look, or in the passy on the edge of my seat, it’s like the edge of a cliff
i burn the end of my spliff, huh, reminiscin’ how they end up like this
i remember [?], i’m gettin’ chicken and chips
maroon blazer before i saw a taser and jakes point it at my chest
pain rippin’ out my chest, hsq written on my chest
i don’t get bail when i request, i just hit induction and i g check, i been that
cradle to the grave, yeah, i mean that
jail cat, i mean, a, b and c cat
i had man smokin’ bariss with a tea bag, huh
clean heart, i praise allah on my kneecaps
audhubillah minashaitan nirajeem
back to the regime, sometimes i daydream about freedom
sometimes i daydream about exes and next sh_t
why the feds tryna link me to texts?
got me on the yard blowin’ weed where the fence is
i just get remand ’cause the previous offences
i wanna be a star ‘cah i been in the trenches
i wanna make it far, allah, give me direction
i been tryna reflect, starin’ at my reflection, thinkin’ ’bout my redemption, thoughts are my demise
i got a million questions, like what’s it like when you die?
is it the end of my sentence or the end of the line?
yeah

- ps hitsquad

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