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[Chorus] They want me in trouble again Want me in induction again, guards giving instructions again Letters bout loving again, visit hall kissing and hugging again That mop and bucket again, empty and rubbish again And these feds try cuff me again, Lord knows that I’m touching again Still try do man fuckery again, man hope I get lucky again Nigga I’m two man up with the skeng, avoiding undies again Circle the opp block again and again and again and again and again [Verse 1] Me and big bro don’t ramp no more, that’s probably cos we’re too alike 17 bought a dots for apes and a q of light, all we knew was white These pigs don’t want me to shine, got me sitting down doing life Getting mad cos they’re under staffed, and they’re just unlocked to a tie Young nigga in Feltham, all a nigga knew was fight Last year I went 4 months basic, Tameside breached my human rights Just done ride a licence, and I ain’t even booked a flight Came home and I built 2 lines cos I’m really tryna make up for used up time How many times we doing 90 on the M, fuck all of these opps I wish I could fit 90 in the skeng, before I ever did it in O I really have to try it in the ends, I just counted up some racks I remember having no money on my spends, they think I do juju Cos I got NFA for another attempt Bad b didn’t wanna know, now they all tell me they love me again But I gotta put the trap first, invest this bread into skengs Cah it’s true when these bitches say know your worth These opps ain’t done a one dirt, in Tottenham I still feel at home like Spurs [Chorus] They want me in trouble again Want me in induction again, guards giving instructions again Letters bout loving again, visit hall kissing and hugging again That mop and bucket again, empty and rubbish again And these feds try cuff me again, Lord knows that I’m touching again Still try do man fuckery again, man hope I get lucky again Nigga I’m two man up with the skeng, avoiding undies again Circle the opp block again and again and again and again and again [Verse 2] Sport this 1 level on a trackie, I could never look tacky I make everybody feel trappy Do this ting live in the streets, even the kittys wanna help with the bagging Nought 9 down to the t, stretch this package Mr. Fantastic I really walk this walk on the streets, dem man dere just type it Money on my mindset, I got the hustle gene no Wyclef How many times have I found myself in the interview room with Trident I just exercise my right to silence, I hit the jailhouse and ride it If man get [?] try diet, that servery [?] I’ll fly it Until I get tired, that’s hella headbutts and flykicks I touch road on violence, that’s blood all over my Nike ticks Big bro showed me to fuck with the press and the Pyrex Still tryna make a killing off the BMW and I don’t mean the i8 That’s all my trapphone jimming, I come like I put it on ‘roids My opps just making up noise, that internet scoreboard’s void My opps just making up noise, that internet scoreboard’s void [Chorus] They want me in trouble again Want me in induction again, [?] giving instructions again Letters bout loving again, visit hall kissing and hugging again That mop and bucket again, empty and rubbish again And these feds try cuff me again, Lord knows that I’m touching again Still try do man fuckery again, man hope I get lucky again Nigga I’m two man up with the skeng, avoiding undies again Circle the opp block again and again and again and again and again
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