Sencillo / Pista

Who Decides War?

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(Cage got that cold)

Yeah

All back fit

Matte black whip

All back kicks

Matte black stick

Wonder which grow we're gonna run down shit

Still with the same yutes I played run-outs with

The same yutes turned bad, take guns out quick

I think I'm too sick, what have I come down with?

I'm an addict for the money

How the beep sounded

When the money counter goes

I put more pounds in

I speak to the connect like I build houses

Bricks and mortar

What I put pounds in

Pepper for them man, so they stay grounded

48 hours no sleep counting

The shit we had to do to leave public housing

All these council flats

Different cats

I know frank would sell his child for a piece of crack

It ain't glitz and glamour cut me some slack, uh

Whip fast

Crib large

And my wrist cold

Get pounds, link S

Watch him whip coke

Gold plaque in the streets

We really been cold

And I'm about to go platinum like

I bag it by eye

Only candlelights

I bet they don't own all their masters right

I bet they don't know what karma's like

And none of my friends are informers right, uh

When I pick it up it's raw

When I drop it off it's hard

Had to give the trap my all

I make music 'cause I'm bored