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My presence is a present to these peasants Handle birds I ain't talking feathers or no pheasants In the trenches searching for treasures The hood's a fucked up place got to take opportunities that it presents Breaking bread with my breddas is ever so pleasant Man's handy with the scissors they call me tremendous I'm bound to blow like throwing gasoline on embers Cut the head off a snake that pretended to be my bedrin As an adolescent I was handling weapons Wouldn't pet to put you on a shirt or in a pendant Or in the Independent I do my own ting not I'm not inner depending I'm Henry in attack and like Maldini defending F*ck pigs and the judge I'm not tryna see defendants Need to feed my dependants pengtings pree the entrance Sicker than the morning time of a bad b that's preggers Gal are moving ratchet have my belly retching In a flat with tenants or in the trap with Terrence Drinking cans of Tennent's while I bag this lemon I'm just tryna get paid I don't wanna have to crack no melon I'd rather be stacking my bread up blowing the back off Helen Mask on my face 'cos feds tryna catch this felon I ain't tryna get slapped a sentence and face unjustified brutality like the attacks in Yemen Did you catch that reference For my sins I need Imams and Reverends So much on my plate I need to plan my errands Learnt from my mistakes so I thank my errors It made me the man I am today plus I thank my parents Thank my friends and the fake ones who made a blank appearance Hid it in the basement I'm talking straps in cellars Grew up on the pavement go and run back that sentence F*ck fame and clout you can take back your credit I grew up with killers that will leave man shanked and deaded I hate this life but you'll probably find it interesting Always up and down the m ways I'm not into resting Big red machines with cane but I'm not into wrestling Your not bad I don't care who you went to pen with Can't relate to liars only real ones I connect with Time's money so its pain when the line has no connection Can't pay we waiting outside like debt collectors I need twenty two acres for my next investment My future brighter than VVS's on a necklace But when I look back in retrospective I wish I didn't do things that lead to me getting arrested And was more humble with my moves instead of getting tempted But f*ck it at least I didn't get an attempted So if I get the drop on your crop then your tent's getting emptied Best be ready for the beef 'cos them weapons expensive Send man up to the sky like a propeller's engine Threw the lid to bottle and necked it After I poured some on the floor in remembrance For my loved ones in the sky that I'm never forgetting Most man from my ends respected never leave my friends neglected Unfamiliar face the young boys G checking him Try make a pass it's getting intercepted Young strikers throwing balls like its ten pin Tryna turn dreams to reality like Di Caprio in Inception My heart drops when I see bully vans at intersections Easier to control us when they divide us into sections Any ends this fella attends I got friends in Bring my people together like I'm Jesus resurrected You know how many times I've caught bly's feels like divine intervention They leave the hood deprived and neglected And wonder why we ride to get cheques in Reputation and ego mixed with pride is a next ting
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