Lyrics In a Cab - Potter Payper

Streets want me on my rap ish
Rappers still praying that I max this
But it's all good now that I'm established
And the industry's about to talk my language
So all the sneak dissing, they can keep hissing
Potter I'm the shit, got the scene pissing
Doing 'bout 60 in a country lane
Looking at my dargy thinking about how we used to bump the train
Every other week I get my number changed
Cause out here shit's peaker than the hunger games
Get caught up in that thunder rain
Murder was the case she lost her son today
Potter and the boy who lived, shit this about my troubled ways
I was in the crack house
All that food I cut and weighed
Trackie and my old kicks
Way before I sold bricks
If you talking six then I done been on most strips
Out there in the cold blitz
Down by the sea front

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Trackie and my old kicks
Way before I sold bricks
If you talking six then I done been on most strips
Out there in the cold blitz
Down by the sea front
Summertime morning, I stink out the beach hut {they know this}
A12, '06, when I was doing 2 on 1s
And I was on that .22
Hungry little fucker, man I flame drums
Gloves full of smudges
Irish and I'm stylish, man I'm doubling
And I got that Miley Cyrus and I'm juggling
How you balling on a budget?
Potter I'm a glutton
Holding something, It ain't grudges
And when push comes to shove I hit the shovel for my brother's
Been, seen it and I done it
Like them nights OT - consecutive
Bandoe smelling like the exorcist
Dope game, light work
Darg I done sex with this

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Consecutive
Bandoe smelling like the exorcist
Dope game, light work
Darg I done sex with this
Caught in the cycle
I done stretch after stretch for this
Active? I'm an activist
Sometime I feel like this a movie with no actors in
Realest, I had smokers on my phone, a couple cats that pin
And if man was eating round me, then I had to drink
'Cause I've been at the brink
Chilling on my lonesome
{?} potter probably the culprit
Hungry and I'm focused
Don't go try play me for no mug
Man I'm wiser than a {bud?}
Word to Marlo, I be up in the {behsuds?}
My daughter on the foil and he gon' tell me how it runs
Fire man, I'm flyer than Aladdin on his rug
So don't try play me for no mug

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Well you can get a toast of the strength of man
I've been at it non stop since I left the can
Just myself to thank
You heard me and you smell the dank
I blow hoops for some sick yutes
Where I'm from shits real
Scary like the slender man
If it ain't the friends or fam, then I ain't trying to lend a hand
'Cause if it gets bit and someone
Does shit and I end up getting bagged
'Cause I could hit the bin and I ain't getting tagged
{?} I ain't getting back
Bet you life set him back
Wiser than a {bud?}, though I ain't getting blagged
They ain't ever smashing {back?}
Essex boy swag, though I'm an L O N D-boy
Cutting through the city in a cab

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