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I can't miss the streets in the industry, but that's what they taught me
I'm sporting my Chanel with Celine, big drip like Fivio Foreign
The streets taught me we don't have nothing in common
Had to go rise the crime rate in London
Cause that's what they taught me
Mainstream, still stepping with gunmen, cause that's what they taught me
In this penthouse, but it once was a bunk bed, and that didn't afford me
Yo, G-Lux and Trey two spins broski yeah spin a gun, OG
After the chase from gun feds, imagine they caught me
Tell me if you seen a parade in your city, had the whole borough huming
All it took was a auto on auto, had half of the borough fuming
Before rap had a bando booming, there was an answer for music
And a brick as well, it was getting confusing
Really sat down with a plug and a A&R, and the plug had more to give
Music link in my bio still, I felt more legit
Knew my time was coming, but until then man the lines were running
Had to move the press
I was walking 'round with a plate like a Chinese buffet
Still where the savages step, and I'm still managing, yes
It was gallery courts, now it's gallery death, I still got my hammer on deck
Ran out of .38 autos, none om south, got 'em from the west like Sheck
Go with a 4, bro bring the broom out too for the extra mess
Still good in the kitchen, good with the Smith &
Fill up the dinger we Tokyo drifting
No disclaimer, turned him a gamer, had on himthe floor just twitching
Bad B but posh, ask me what does it mean when you're smoking opps
I can't miss the streets in the industry, but that's what they taught me
I'm sporting my Chanel with Celine, big drip like Fivio Foreign
The streets taught me we don't have nothing in common
Had to go rise the crime rate in London
Cause that's what they taught me
Mainstream, still stepping with gunmen, cause that's what they taught me
In this penthouse, but it once was a bunk bed, and that didn't afford me
Yo, G-Lux and Trey two spins broski yeah spin a gun, OG
After the chase from gun feds, imagine they caught me