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Year nine when I fully lost it I was in nine, when I could've cocked it Wrong thing, wrong one, but I still chopped it I used to be so reckless, go ask detectives what happened they'll all exit First point that I scored was the one outside the Macdees entrance Bare man telling me that I should've left it Shouldn't have left him and he would've been calm What a lie would've still fed man with the thing in my palm Fourteen running man down into shops, we caught him again but he cut too fast KS I've done mad, things in the park, now I gotta do high knees over the grass I was the guy man called for a ride out fuck the alarms In year ten I was doing up licks, swung my pole, pissed cause I fucking missed I smacked up youths behind train stations, he done matrix right into his bitch I've done ten toes from Sid Feeling just feel tantalising caught running, I baptised him like it You know I'm like it so why try diss If the blue coat gets worn, then t-shirts gonna get torn Four man done dash into council flats we couldn't find them and we circled all of the floors In year eleven I went insane, they try catch me on a lack so I swung my and bored in the brain Bored in the chest with my blade I get nuff bread and I fuck nuff bitches Lil bro too active there, swinging his flicks or pole at a victim I heard them man got evicted, Peak they couldn't pay off the riches You ain't real you just love rap bare cap but soon get took off the hit list He went hospital and got sewed Bare stitches, got hit with a kitchen all cause he try get himself involved Got soaked and he left his bro surely he can't be Man step out of the house in summer, donny forgot these streets get cold I'm way too grown to be beefing stupid nerds that chat on the snap but ghost I think that my opps are gay I swung my knife and it came out bent Done legs when I swung my chef but really smoked him when he lacked on ends Free bro got life in jail, now it's life on hell when I hop on a ped Fuck that, let me not go see red if I see them Risky wet that again Four man call it the A Team, Big man got rocked by the pub at 18 How you get slapped in front of your lady Still swinging my pole in, come out the house, stop talking crazy Stop acting a fool, get left in the pool and crawl on the floor like Got bun by the shop, please stop giving man verbs Not into socials i'm anti-social try talk, get your t-shirt burst I was too slow when I ran down them it's minor still mashed so many works Suck your mum, bitch, I'm doing it first I can't lie, I don't know what's worse getting splashed up or burned
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