| Tracksuit grey, black, blue
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| I was just a hope-filled kid like you
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| Left ends broke, gotta win, can’t lose
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| Everyting fresh when I came back through
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| Saying that you’re real, brudda, that’s not true
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| I’m not second but I am top two
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| See me in the club with the team dem
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| Blacked out so you know I’ve gotta wear a black top too
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| Tracksuit grey, black, blue
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| I was just a hope-filled kid like you
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| Left ends broke, gotta win, can’t lose
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| Everyting fresh when I came back through
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| Saying that you’re real, brudda, that’s not true
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| I’m not second but I am top two
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| See me in the club with the team dem
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| Blacked out so you know I’ve gotta wear a black top too
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| Trap, trap, trap lines gone and the trap’s gone too
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| Triceps gone and my traps gone too
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| Now you wear tracksuits listening to «That's Not Me»
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| But we all know that’s not you
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| Said you’ve got a new flow, that’s not new
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| When you sound like me but you spray like you
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| If we’ve got beef then I’m bringing out Marvel
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| Man better know I’m bring Capcom too
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| Man did Belgium twice in a week
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| Then I flew Bordeaux for a slice of the cheese
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| So many shows that a man can’t sleep
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| I ain’t even really got time for a beat
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| Mummy said «Go son, go boy, eat»
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| Did it on my own no scam, no cheat
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| No label, no chat, no meet
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| All love here, no gap, no sweet
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| Niggas in my ends hate me 'cause they’re nothing
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| But I still rep for the West End streets
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| I’ll never get a G check from a neek
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| Now I’ve got bread don’t think we can beef
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| Yeah, if I do well, they attack
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| Trust me, I’m never going out whack
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| My Spanish miss said I’m gonna fail 'cause I’m brown
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| Bet you thought I was gonna say black
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| Tracksuit grey, black, blue
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| I was just a hope-filled kid like you
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| Left ends broke, gotta win, can’t lose
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| Everyting fresh when I came back through
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| Saying that you’re real, brudda, that’s not true
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| I’m not second but I am top two
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| See me in the club with the team dem
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| Blacked out so you know I’ve gotta wear a black top too
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| Tracksuit grey, black, blue
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| I was just a hope-filled kid like you
|
| Left ends broke, gotta win, can’t lose
|
| Everyting fresh when I came back through
|
| Saying that you’re real, brudda, that’s not true
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| I’m not second but I am top two
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| See me in the club with the team dem
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| Blacked out so you know I’ve gotta wear a black top too
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| I ain’t really tryna be political
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| I’ve got an impact and it’s physical
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| I am not a role-model rudeboy
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| Don’t follow me and don’t hang from my lyrical
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| You’ve got bare art but it’s digital
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| So don’t try to send for the London Prince
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| To win’s nothing less than a miracle
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| Man will get a lift like it’s spiritual
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| Man will get a lift like a boss man
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| Five star 'cause he had an aux in the Uber
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| Didn’t even hit him that hard and he dived 'cause you’re a diver
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| Like you’ve got a snorkel or a scuba
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| Remember my roots, pulled a maneuver
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| Went in the door, cleaned up like a hoover
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| Don’t get excited because I left radio sets
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| If I ever walk in, I’m Akuma
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| Nah, Frieza, Cell, Buu, Broly
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| Still got friends that’ll leave man holey
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| And I’ve got friends on the deen all holy
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| I did the grief, on my friend’s guacamole
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| Mole blud, mole
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| Mates pulled up, blood, pulled 'way
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| I ain’t got a CV but if I did
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| It would say that I’m all about cream like Olay
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| Tracksuit grey, black, blue
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| I was just a hope-filled kid like you
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| Left ends broke, gotta win, can’t lose
|
| Everyting fresh when I came back through
|
| Saying that you’re real, brudda, that’s not true
|
| I’m not second but I am top two
|
| See me in the club with the team dem
|
| Blacked out so you know I’ve gotta wear a black top too
|
| Tracksuit grey, black, blue
|
| I was just a hope-filled kid like you
|
| Left ends broke, gotta win, can’t lose
|
| Everyting fresh when I came back through
|
| Saying that you’re real, brudda, that’s not true
|
| I’m not second but I am top two
|
| See me in the club with the team dem
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| Blacked out so you know I’ve gotta wear a black top too |