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smoked like Smokey
Take you back to school get coached by Smokey
Brownie the man on the walkie talkie
Ice cream man got Hokey Pokey
It's passionate we

Throw your set in the air even if you bang or not
Throw your set in the air even if you bang or not
Throw your set in the air even if you bang or not

Ok so it's 

Fuck what you say
And its fuck what you heard
Cause thats word of mouth 
Money in my pocket
Only thing that im worried bout 
I'm the one

count on me 
Just to hold it together 
when I look in the mirror
I see them gettin better 

I can breathe in
Then breathe out 
I see now that
Reaching by

ago, count a hundred thou and I can put it on my line
Knock knock on the door, you can get what you want
No cellular site, we sellin' on sight
I saw

I'm a winner yeah I could never lose
Yeah I put that on you

I just count up to the roof and then I'm jumping off
I was fucked up off the wock, I had

(If you see something that)
Doesn't look right
Speak to staff
Or text
The British Transport Police
On
61016

We'll sort it

See it
Say it
Sort it

pull down my mask, I get low on my funds
I pop my shit like I got the runs
I get head in my whip like I'm Tommy Bunz
I'm rockin' timbos, I don't got no

raised by a queen
And betrayed by people I put on
However, it's lonely on the thrown
And casualties in war

How you win to lose
Dodging dollar bill
Like

by poor design and the fact
That school is more along the boring side
And aint no warning signs
Statistics show you'll end up in the morgue with time

cause I'm just gone tell you that I'm fine (Man I'm fine)
Lately I been struggling I been terrified
All these murders on my mind just like when Kell died

stalking
Yeah Yeah
Said she can't take no more but I really think that's cap by the way you acting
You claim that you running the show but I ran it by

Everybody wanna couple Milli in account
Gotta weigh it by the pound, real shit, Batman
I'm peeping shorty like Pikachu
Come over so I can peek at you
I got

a clip
How many hollows
Do you wish
1,2,3,4
I bet I shoot this shit
Don't miss

Don't need a gang
Bitch I'm good by myself
If you catch me slipping
Won't

motherfucking say bitch
Ima let slide okay
Cause I count the motherfucking bands okay
Cause I am the motherfucking man okay
You know the kid is straight counting

Spoke to the lord, said what’s the moves he said steady your course
Been consistent but ain’t have as much leverage before
You see the throwbacks

gotta prove it!
You gotta prove it!
She hit me everyday asking me what I'm doing
I tell her every time making money or music
Think I'm signed by Nike

cs she lives and breathes those two will always be pod n' pea
You can tell by the way ee looks at ‘er through his mince pies ‘ow much ee luvs his

man I ain't got nothing he said I ain't planning smack until I get my chocolate muffin
He tallies his death count by dropping crumbs on his swag he said

A Bentley coupe
But I do not need a truck
I pull out my tommy
Yo ass betta duck
Keep Tom by my side
Cause I keep it tucked
The police said freeze
But I can't

it's funny, huh? I stack my money up
I'm looking at all of you brokes, I think it's dumb as fuck

Pussy boy, I keep that Tommy Tuck, I glick it up
KV,

And a tape by a band that you kinda knew and kinda didn't, asking you to buy it
Took three buses and a train
You tore off the cellophane
Goodbye, little broken

of God only
Married to the money, it's a holy matrimony
Do this shit by myself, get through it all by my lonely
Except when you know I'm riding round with

I bought my new bitch a new bag
Just to go brag got two hundred miles on the
Dash so I go fast
Hundred K stashed in this Fendi new black bag
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