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Beats by Nazza
Take my shot, man, I'm tryna hit a hole in one
Shook all my spot, I'm not much of a holy one
Real crock, don't think that I'm the only one
Threw a box, told my bro that he don't owe me none (I got you)
Flashy cars, random trips to the Shard (I got you)
All came from some lights in the dark (I got you)
I can't be stopped now, I come too far
There ain't no washing away the dirt that's on my palms
Cops from a different cloth, go half, my darg
Rather split my last meal than see Jozy starve
Man, I miss my guys on the wing shottin' rice
'Cause he didn't go on Netflix to pree a Money Heist
Didn't go right, instead ended up on the news
I ain't nuttin' like these rappers out here lying for the views
She said, "I don't believe all of the rumours 'bout you"
I told her, "Shit, well, you should 'cause every one of them are true"
But I'm telling you, I cannot be stopped
I remember mopping down the landing, just staring at the clock
Or cold nights in the bando putting razors through a rock
Seen so many turn their back on me when things got on top
I didn't stop, chased my gwop and I got paid
And now you look at me away (Why's that?)
Spotted a opp on the block, yo, stop
Went down the window, let me aim (Liner)
Take my shot, man, I'm tryna hit a hole in one
Shook all my spot, I'm not much of a holy one
Real crock, don't think that I'm the only one
Threw a box, told my bro that he don't owe me none (I got you)
Flashy cars, random trips to the Shard (I got you)
All came from some lights in the dark (I got you)
I can't be stopped now, I come too far
There ain't no washing away the dirt that's on my palms
Threw my bro a box, would he do the same for me? (Huh?)
That shit's out the question when you're built on loyalty
Ain't spent time with my nieces, that's where I've been all week
I've been taking care of trees and now they're taller than me (Grown)
I still beg my YG not to look up to me
'Cause I done shit and now I'm suffering from PTSD (Damn)
I let my ting squeeze then blew off from police
Then went home to my nephew to watch Tweenies (Haha)
There ain't no washing it away, but I wish there was
Whipping tuna in my kettle, locked down in Old Court (Damn)
Sometimes we had it good, man, it weren't all bad
On the fours playing pool with my gypsy lads (Ay, Fanny)
Wanna party like a rockstar, wanna pop bras
Said I'm dropping bags at mum's yard, driving hot cars
My girl's pissed with me, I just told her, "Don't start" (Shut up)
I already get enough stress off askar
Take my shot, man, I'm tryna hit a hole in one
Shook all my spot, I'm not much of a holy one
Real crock, don't think that I'm the only one
Threw a box, told my bro that he don't owe me none (I got you)
Flashy cars, random trips to the Shard (I got you)
All came from some lights in the dark (I got you)
I can't be stopped now, I come too far
There ain't no washing away the dirt that's on my palms



Autor(en): Douglas Hamilton Brown, Scott Stapp Copyright: Hamilton And Lynn Publishing, Universal Music - Z Tunes Llc, Jaggermichael Publishing, Bmg Rights Management (ireland) Ltd, Sparky Dark Music, Emi Blackwood Music Inc., Reservoir 416, Universal Music - Z Tunes Llc., Hamilton And Lynn Publ.



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