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I ain't never in my feelings but I've been in my thoughts Thinking back when I was younger, just a kid in the court Fucked up from when they cut my umbilical cord All these mental and physical wars All the years behind the door It's only right that I skid in the Porsche And at my video shoot, make sure the boys are twinning the skorpz I'm too gone now, lucky I ain't living abroad They're too wrong now, how I ain't winning awards? I moved on now, told you that i'm still in my thoughts Like how I was kipping on floors Knocking on bandos and kicking off doors Back then I had more rock than Mykonos shores Don't worry about my man, he's a lost cause Now I'm baby joker, no more locked doors Friday after next, I might hit a resort Remember I was just a kid in a court Had my mum and my nan always feeling distraught But in education, I studied Tupac Shakur And in segregation, I only read even more They're just an imitation, of what I am to my core And my essence Alhamdulillah for my blessings If it comes or goes, this stage I ain't stressing If I tell you something then it's fact, I ain't guessing I know they say they're loyal but it ain't ever been tested I know how to hit the block with the pack and start stretching Just a kid in the dock, on my own with no bredrins Cause I was 14 on the streets selling heroin All on my own, no heroes or heroines I know about junkies, they don't want adrenaline I do it by eye or the cup way of measuring I was just a kid in a court it was harrowing Thinking about the dreams that I bought it's embarrassing Feltham where my teaching support said i'm talented Destined to fail but I flipped the whole narrative I write my own checks and I smoke my own cannabis Since mommy used to get my clothes from the catalogue Now 100ms I might sell my whole catalogue And I got 100 more songs, I got a backlog Something like how I had them waiting at the back block Back when thingy dropped the-- and got his pack robbed I ain't ever in my feelings but I've been in my thoughts Thinking back when I was younger, just a kid in the court Fucked up from when they cut my umbilical cord All these mental and physical wars All the years behind the door It's only right that I skid in the Porsche And at my video shoot, make sure the boys are twinning the skorpz I'm too gone now, lucky I ain't living abroad They're too wrong now, how I ain't winning awards?
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