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These big rads, the dubs, hear what I'm saying?
I want to talk to the people, yeah
I want to make them know what real life is, yeah?
It's none of this movie shit
They can't see this shit in the cinema, G
I'm just living my life, you can hate if you want
I be sitting outside, see that oven mitts on
Fires in my arm, and scuffing is long
So I'm firing the arm, then I'm gone
If you said I'm fly, then Ferrari you're wrong
I'm flyer than the entire army, you can't see
When my attire is Versace, you can't see
But a nice fiberglass G1C, yeah
Hold up, that's a problem, but I got mine, okay
I need it, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm just living my life, you can hate if you want
I be sitting outside, see that oven mitts on
Fires in my arm, and scuffing is long
So I'm firing the arm, then I'm gone
If you said I'm fly, then Ferrari you're wrong
I'm flyer than the entire army, you can't see
When my attire is Versace, you can't see
But a nice fiberglass G1C, yeah
Plus these chicks say my dick's like a palm tree
They're rocking it up, trying to make me drop on my nut
First the sister, then the mum, then the auntie
I'm mopping it up, that's so you can properly fuck
Yes, you probably duck when my posse pop up
If you cross me, you're fucked, guaranteed
Popping them up, standardly chopping them up
If you know about me, then you know that my family has got it locked
Pain is the essence, the game is a lesson
Violate us, a mistake you be making
Aiming the Wesson
Bloodstains on the weapon
Pain is the essence, the game is a lesson
Violate us, a mistake you be making
Aiming the weston
Bloodstains on the weapon
Thinking that only the Lord knows
How I used to struggle for tenner and score notes
Mum said, hurry up, put on your school clothes
Now I'm up, hopping in, hollow man's wardrobe
That used to check me, lived on the second floor
Droops over that side, best was a couple doors
We invested in a couple drawers
Nothing less, nigga, nothing more
If I could've seen the future, I would've saw
Me, would've stepped through another door
Yeah, would've let mother suffer for
Me, locked up in the gutter, boy
Look now, I'm stressed, had a couple wars
I'm the nigga that'll press on the double four
I'm depressed that your mother saw
Slots sitting in your chest and your upper jaw
Pain is the essence, the game is a lesson
Violate us, a mistake you be making
Aiming the Wesson
Bloodstains on the weapon
Pain is the essence, the game is a lesson
Violate us, a mistake you be making
Aiming the wesson
Bloodstains on the weapon
Hollow man, dark stuff, hollow man, dark hate
Rule gun busses and niggas that cut cake
You can act hard, but I know I won't break
So done with the hype ting, nigga, for fuck's sake
Run with the white ting, nigga, I touch fleek
Arguing white feet, cause I come in late
Stuck in the big maze
Living the shit way
I remember when I never had a spliff to puff
Me, Kieran, Walton and Christopher
Used to get on the train, looking for pricks to suck
Now we get on the plane, looking for piffers, buds
Back then, a tonne was a lot of change
One jeans, one jumper, I couldn't change
Until I met the budge and cane
Now I'm trying to get the reins with the wooden grain
Pain is the essence, the game is a lesson
Violate us, a mistake you be making
Aiming the wesson
Bloodstains on the weapon
Pain is the essence, the game is a lesson
Violate us, a mistake you be making
Aiming the wesson
Bloodstains on the weapon
Ah, shit I had to take a sip on a yak for a hot sip there, you get me?
All that madness I see you fanboy
All that swift
What's good, G?
It's Big Red