| All my old school teachers wanna beg friend with Joseph
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| I get dough, bread, Hovis
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| Me and my paper stick together
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| Like Sticha and Otis
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| Girl Better Know, Boy Better Know this
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| Bought an R6, got chased by the boy dem and got shift
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| Then I got a fine and 6 month driving ban so I sold it
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| I’m on the Tottenham team like Lennon
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| Meridian Walk, N-1−7
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| Your mandem turned bad in '07
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| Wait, can you smell that?
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| What’s that, cheese or lemon?
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| Wrap that up like a Christmas present
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| Pablo, pass me the ting
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| I’ll shoot from anywhere like David Beckham
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| You must be smoking the rocks
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| I’ll open you up
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| When I’m holding the Glock
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| I’ll take it over the top
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| You must be smoking the rocks
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| I’ll open you up
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| When I’m holding the Glock
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| I’ll take it over the top
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| I make paper
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| Diss me, I’ll put your face in the paper
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| Ask Skeps, ask Hater
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| They’ll tell you «Bossman, he’s a baider»
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| I carry more weight than a waiter
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| In my hooded Stone Island blazer
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| Don’t tell me about skeng
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| 'Cause on my gun, I carry laser
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| I’m hard when I spray
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| These man couldn’t live half what I say
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| If I showed you what the skeng done to his head
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| The judge would’ve gave me life that day
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| Can’t stop now, it’s too late
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| I’m infamous, face is bait
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| Hold tight Junior, shout out Drake
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| One gunshot, Meridian estate
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| You must be smoking the rocks
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| I’ll open you up
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| When I’m holding the Glock
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| I’ll take it over the top
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| You must be smoking the rocks
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| I’ll open you up
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| When I’m holding the Glock
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| I’ll take it over the top
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| Back to the jungle, back to my roots
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| Tell Pablo strap up the zoots
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| Call up the soldiers, bring out the troops
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| Just like Stryder, tings in boots
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| Man all a handstand, jump through hoops
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| I don’t wanna hear about abandon group
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| 18 shots that will take off roots
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| Hold tight the olders, big up the youts
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| Can’t ask me why I look vexed
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| It’s not Wretch, it’s not Ghetts
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| It’s not Jay-Z or DMX
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| Spray up the place and ask who’s next
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| Send for your armour, put on your vest
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| That don’t matter, I will step in your chest
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| 18 shots leave a man in a mess
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| H corporation, you know the rest
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| You must be smoking the rocks
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| I’ll open you up
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| When I’m holding the Glock
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| I’ll take it over the top
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| You must be smoking the rocks
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| I’ll open you up
|
| When I’m holding the Glock
|
| I’ll take it over the top
|
| You must be smoking the rocks
|
| I’ll open you up
|
| When I’m holding the Glock
|
| I’ll take it over the top
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| You must be smoking the rocks
|
| I’ll open you up
|
| When I’m holding the Glock
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| I’ll take it over the top |