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Osings used to perform in numerous bars and clubs around Kampala hoping to be spotted by Talent scouts but this did not work because he had no
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Osings used to perform in numerous bars and clubs around Kampala hoping to be spotted by Talent scouts but this did not work because he had no
the whole crew cop by the cases
Cases on cases on cases (Cases on cases)
Cases on cases on cases on cases (Cases on cases)
Cases on cases on cases
Uhh
I get
It's Like
151 Rum
Pinapple Juice, Malibo, Caribou, Get Them All Numb
Make Baby Girl Come
Out Of Her Shell And Raise Hell
Don't Stop Till The Cops
slide by I
Somewhere overseas by myself
I might roll the trees by myself
Probably smoke a P by myself
But if we hit the club I don't leave by myself
Oh
to that age, sweet age
I shouldn't be up in the club, sweet club
Damn
Grown shit, oldest daughter 'bout to go to college, nigga
Least I can do is leave
I gotta build a name, peep as I go by
Looking hella slick, picking up these girls
Style hella sick, treat em like they’re pearls
Headed to the club
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
Yeah
Okay
I'm ready to get my drink on, on this one
Let's go
Mike Brown, the suburbs of Ferguson
Allegedly, a cop drove by, he had words wit' him
The officer shot him, he did nothing wrong
Why did he have
on a roll gettin' social in the club
After every single show
Yeah, you ain't know, now you know now
Reachin' out to every single nation, creed
And color when
took off
And got pulled over by a cop
You overdid it, holmes
You had too much to drink
You overdid it, holmes
You had too much to drink
You
took off
And got pulled over by a cop
You overdid it, holmes
You had too much to drink
You overdid it, holmes
You had too much to drink
You
cops and they know we won't say names
Pick up the Glocks, milly rock-a-bye, bang-bang
Play by the rules, a'ight?
Walk-walk away, don't make the news,
called the cops, now I'm gettin' nervous
The cops see a beeper and the suckers might serve us
Hit a side street and what did we find?
Some young punk,
ten
Hit the club the glock in
Cut em off he straight cop
Get some pape we locked in
Call the plug we cop ten
All these Glocks come 5 gen
Run it up I
no feelings
I used to have a limit but then I lost it
I'm having fun, a ton of ones
I came into the club and I tossed it
Top off like a toupee
Been
goddammit.
Let me kill him."
So the cop made them go home, and he drove me home,
and he confiscated their club and my rock as further evidence.
And I
traffic
Cops are comin', quick, let's take in all that magic
All that magic
Just imagine
Squad in the club, and each of us, we pullin' bad bitches
Dreamin'
don't fit
Can't cut me off money go around off the pick
Not friendly in the club shirt Anti Social
I can be you I find out your social
OVO with Drake
might cop me a Wraith
300k in the safe
I don't care what they say
Cause they minimum wage
I been balling don't call me
Social media hardly
Heard that
"Knife crime is at a near record high
With more than forty blade offenses every day in London"
"At a youth club in South London
Not far from
off the cop cars
Staying up late just to say that you go hard
Then the next day
Turn to your socials
To play your parts
Know we out here living for
It's 1AM and I'm thinking with my emotions
Fell into a pool of depression and no-one noticed
I gotta take an antidepressant just to be social
She don’t wanna stay up
Said she tired
She won’t ever lay up
Guess I’m out here
Goin' home by my lone
Cop the fire
Roll a blunt, pack a cone
Gettin'
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