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Intro
Listen, real life shit man
You get me?
Ayy
Verse
Can't leave a trail of evidence, so I stopped goin' Western Union
Man can't feed the feds intelligence, spent two years as a Kenyan resident
Dollar shillings, queen's to president
Safari over a cage, but I didn't go for the lions or elephants
Still tryna get them monkeys drilled on, need more switched off, beef is still on
Gang can't jeet the dingers with negligence
I'm real so I'll stay rеlevant, eloquent, makе murder sound elegant
Got down suttin' from every block I war, had man knockin' on doors
So if you gon' talk 'bout who don't score, you can't say "S" like a speech impediment
Them Africans thought I'm American, called me "Mzungu" 'cause of my accent
Had me thinkin' that I lack melanin, I cut my hair, long hair's for a "terrorist"
If not T man, long hair's feminine, everyone pree'd man
Changed my bop and accent, took me a while to settle in
I was feelin' less than genuine, picked up music, put down heroin
Went from crack to Spotify users, gave them tales of an AG veteran
I told the jury "It's fiction, just judge this trial of the evidence"
It was a rub out when the played Dug Out, thought I was tryna insult their intelligence
Still plead my innocence, I'm innocent, she ain't innocent, she like doggy
Throw her the bone and she throw that back, shake that back like it's filled with gelatine
Make that clap like bro with the wap, them .44 flats could take down a horse like ketamine
I need them racks 'cah a council flat ain't what my son's inheritin'
I was chewin' on khat with the diplomat, didn't know they let a felon in
Wifey thought I'm a angel, she didn't know she let the devil in
Slip, I'll split your melon in half, like, my man still need medicine
The drill game's wack so Suspect's back to defend Man City like Ederson
Seven months on obbo, escaped at gunpoint, should've just flew to Morocco
I knew a Home V would follow, bro said I'm paro', ten days later, I was in Wano
Suttin' got X'ed, my career just popped, but now I'm on trial, it's a tough pill to swallow
Free him now and Sus kill tomorrow, I'll swap my blade for the hollows
Niggas ain't live, they're lyin', they're killin' me, should be Live at the Apollo
Broadday a gunboy, real star boy like Wizkid, pitched him, I was in the club like Joro
Joro, joro, joro, joro, I cut niggas up like Zoro
I make them grieve and feel no sorrow, they're dead men walkin', their time is borrowed
I make man shut up, headshots turn man Hawking, I don't see dead men talkin'
Remember, remember when April was cold like November, I plot on the 5th like Fawkes
Torch him, stalk him, walk him down and chalk him, now AKid exports him
Told this bitch respectfully, she's on chattings, two minutes later she's gawkin'
Don't get no slop on my Jordan's, step in threes and ruin man's peace
I'll see his wall and back my piece, so rest in piss ain't a figure of speech
I'm rude but I got receipts, it's not just rap, they hate what I've done in the streets
It's still not a thing to ying man down on the wing, I'll bloody in my white Supreme's
Outro
Ayy
Free the fucking guys locked up, you get me
Couple real niggas in here, get me
Yeah man, yeah man
Free the dargsdem, man
Yeah man, yeah man
Free the guys, free the guys, free the guys
That's it, man, woosh
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