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From the north side, where they mash P
Better side of every city where they mash
Me and mine looking at the skies from the flats
Me and mine looking at the skies from the flats
The north side where they mash
Two-bed and still would never give it back
Me and mine looking at the skies from the flats
Me and mine looking at the skies from the flats
If you want it I got it -
Jiggy from the rucksack
Couple quid profit and a 6 pack of crisps
20p for a packet, 1 pound for a drink
Year 9, frontline - me and mine wouldn't miss
Paper bags in a back pack
Boxes in the gaff man
Prophesying profit left some jingle in my handbag
Doubling the margin and me questioning my answers
Pythagoras ain't copping man no pradas
What the fuck is this?
Celebratory 4 wings, 26 - same shit
Still negotiating shifts before I salt my chips
Still associating ends with every win I win
Still here bunning the devil, tryna up the level
I saw mike the other day, he asked me bout my life
Told him i'm alright -
God is good my guy
God is good my g
Wether high or dry
Me I knew how to eat
Me I knew how to chop
From the north side, where they mash p
Best side of every city where they mash
Me and mine looking at the skies from the flats
Me and mine looking at the skies from the flats
I would never give it back -
Fumbling around the same side as Joe Black
Fumbling around the same side as Skinny Man
Oh we knew the Lord could bless us all where we stand
(All where we stand where we...)
Still skipping lunch to spud bossman up
From kway back I show that one man love
Free on my 1's
Like fi fi or fum
Move one up like my main man jack
I was on the back of buses with my collar right up
Winners, rocking kickers with the finest
Man are still here hedging bets on the mileage