Letras
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This is it, this is it, this is it
This is it, this is it, this is it
This is it, this is it, this is it
This is it, man's gone dark in the gut
Indulgence never been really a friend to the good
Got a lot of problems that need de-bogging
Deep in the mist, yo, the hood stays robbing
Blood stained cobbles, thug faced folly
Ruptured bodies full of good grade collie
It's a must, make money just to run away fully
Cause the cats round here don't walk, they scurry
Gully glamorous, hood chic
Polyamorous with ghetto mystique
We love fast cause the hate comes quick
Move like rats on a wayward ship
Us faceless kids still breaking ribs
For the sake of chips, stay based in the bits
Shadows of kings but the hood's like gallows in swing
You know it's coming brother
This is it boy, this is it, this is it
This is it boy, this is it, this is it
This is it boy, this is it, this is it
This is it boy, this is it
I'm out the world like the Death Star
Still shining when it's lights out
Don't think that I can't get dark like the Reaper with the scythe out
I'm Devil Gang, I'm blind, Makaveli got it tatted on him
I was touring for a month and now I'm going back to shotting
Living nasty like a criminal or gangster goblin
Want that cream like Baskin Robbins
Keep a stack up in my pocket
Lay 'em down, they're asking for it
Light 'em up just like the chronic
My trap house just like a florist
So high I can see who God is
Looking down on a cold mirror
I'm out here making bread but getting no dinner
Rolling spliffs, taking draws like no winner
I ain't taking Ls and I hope that you don't kid up
But if you smoking Ls, I might roll with ya
Smoke a cone with ya
And if you going on a trip, I might stroll with ya
My team going coast to coast with the sound
So you better get to know nigga
This is it boy, this is it, this is it
This is it boy, this is it, this is it
This is it boy, this is it, this is it
This is it boy, this is it
This is it boy, this is it, this is it
This is it boy, this is it, this is it
This is it boy, this is it, this is it
This is it boy, this is it
This is it, 'nough clowns in the gutter
Shadows where the roaches wouldn't scutter
Lando woulda, shoulda, couldn't cause they tried to keep us under
We are the lightning and the thunder
Taking pieces like a vulture
Chase 'em off like a wolf
Say they do it for the culture
Shit, we do it for the cult and to keep our bellies full
Like Inns in the Bible
Mug a student and we call it survival
Start a movement, they try follow the revival
But can't bring the cameras in the
Hood cause the insurance ain't liable
Nah, and it's the end of the line, went too deep
Better stay woke cause the crooks don't sleep
Keep your phone in your jeans cause the crooks here broke
Lost sheep don't make it home to Little Bo Peep, no no