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They say sometimes The people with the worst past create the best future In this book, not everyone is lucky When you're from a place like Camden You're either making it out, or you're not It's a dog-eat-dog world One day, they will know the story Just one day One day they will know the truth Who is Suspect? What's his aim, his intention? The people want to know Gyal wan' show their twerkin' ability Opps wan' rid of me, threats ain't killin' mе Police sick of me, feeling's mutual Feds on thе block, suspicious activity Get 'round there, cause casualties Tragedies, free AR from the majesties (Elevate, this mix sounds mad) You don't wan' get bun by the fours Get slapped by the dots, get stung by the skorps' Let's tour, I'm grippin' my sword S took it off safety, S just put it in sport Circle the prey, live drills, I'm Michael Myers Leave that scene like a scene from Saw That was his final destination, left his camp Can't say no more Cah the rest is history, left in the past Hell break loose when I put on this mask Bae, how your waist so slim with so much arse? And you're bad with so much class Girl bad and boujee, tightest coochie Drop dead gorgeous dressed in Gucci Golden booty, put two hands on the booty And make her scream Sus like a groupie Got-Got sticks, we fill it with stones Hit wigs, we drill it to kill it, then go Got a young G doing up trap I gave him my shank, like go give drilling a go You know, I done had the golden boot 'Till Broadday score, gotta give it to bro I smoke mans cro and get in my zone Smoke mans cro and get in my zone Gyal wan' show their twerkin' ability Opps wan' rid of me, threats ain't killin' me Police sick of me, feeling's mutual Feds on the block, suspicious activity Get 'round there, cause casualties Tragedies, free AR from the majesties Bro came out for a mazzaline Fill these magazines, run get burnt like calories Gyal wan' show their twerkin' ability Opps wan' rid of me, threats ain't killin' me Police sick of me, feeling's mutual Feds on the block, suspicious activity Get 'round there, cause casualties Tragedies, free AR from the majesties Bro came out for a mazzaline Fill these magazines, run get burnt like calories When I open your head, won't make you woke Humpty Dumpty, spill that yolk Just swing like pirates, sink man's boat Ready the cannons, ahoy we go If I'm on-go then bros on-go Vice-versa, anything goes for the folk The skengs we tote are far from a joke If Broadday rolls then you're gonna turn ghost I'll drill at a nigga for free But if he got bread then his head then I'll toast 'im Bro's in jail, just called my phone Like three-way this, with the hoe he's roastin' Splash and brag, love boastin' Show no emotions, get the ding dong in motion Them man trollin', it's cool Give us a drop like a Spanish R, I'll be rollin' Put new plates on the stolen Don't bring phones, follow protocols like - Cell site got bro-bro doing cell life I'm tryna hold on to our final moments My lightie keep phoning 'till she get boning Goes to moaning 'til morning Try get lit on his block for a post Don't die for a viral moment Gyal wan' show their twerkin' ability Opps wan' rid of me, threats ain't killin' me Police sick of me, feeling's mutual Feds on the block, suspicious activity Get 'round there, cause casualties Tragedies, free AR from the majesties Bro came out for a mazzaline Fill these magazines, run get burnt like calories Gyal wan' show their twerkin' ability Opps wan' rid of me, threats ain't killin' me Police sick of me, feeling's mutual Feds on the block, suspicious activity Get 'round there, cause casualties Tragedies, free AR from the majesties Bro came out for a mazzaline Fill these magazines, run get burnt like calories
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