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Sin city 1
Volume 1
U know early days
We jus’ getting started
This that concrete crud
London City
Where it’s known for shedding
Some blood
This for the
Mandem still smoking on skunk
Trapped up so gritty
My darg scraping off scud
Every little helps
Don’t you know that’s how we roll round here
Saving all my chicken change up til we going clear
Back then
PFC 3 wings and chips
Some man were sharing one box
And all skying one drink
Yh
And if I’m eating all my dargs are munching
And if I’m bleeding from a pagan all my dargs are punching
Dargs are clutching don’t let it off over assumptions
If you floor me I respek it but I give concussions
I know man that shoot first and ask questions later
This ain’t get rich or die trying
But we chase the paper
Get cut like taper
Alll the streets are dark
Don’t be no saviour
Mind your own don’t wanna catch corn get nick like razor
One eye open like I’m Nick Fury
Up in Camden in my Levi’s and my big truey
I’m so opaque hard shell you can’t see through me
I’m quick to analyse and ponder always look moody
But that’s the thinking face
I’m always scheming
How many people in here can I take
Who needs beating
Bad bs screaming
When they tussling
And start stealing
I’m talking organised distractions that’s how we dealin
This that concrete crud
I was comatose in a daze
Sippin’ on mud
Bad chicks wid me and some of them studs
All my dargs raise a toast widda spliff and it’s runtz
This that concrete crud
CRTZ on my back
Cos the vision is up
Same creps on my feet
Cos I’m steppin so tuff
Everyone I will feed
If they gave me a fuck
Yh
I pattern ps
I pattern bud
I pattern …
Call me 8
Call me Saturn
Ain’t your bro
Don’t know my gov
That ain’t info
You need to know
I hold my own
I’m independent to the bone
Yh I’m a jit
But I’m grown
Mentally I’m way further than they’ve flown
I’ve seen Thai sunsets, Andorra snow
Either way
We always know
London city is the home
Piccadilly pickney
Play the vinyl
Write in pencil
Like Mr. Hyde we outside
On a Jekyll
Lab work we concocting suttin’ special
This a one of a kind typa vibe
Never settle
Still on a Randy Orton tryna wrestle
Can’t see me like I’m cena you on a ferdi level
I’m wid my own team we up in temples
We in our own league and it’s run by rebels
Shoutout the brothers jammin in the night
We in east gettin high bumping Marley right
I’m wid my skaters and they saying I’mma gnarly guy
I’m wid the ravers they all offering their charlie white
I don’t do that we smoke bush
Gelonade lemon cello and some kosher kush
When he bill it it don’t burn right moving stush
So you know I’m taking over boy you better shush
This that concrete crud
London City
Where it’s known for shedding
Some blood
This for the
Mandem still smoking on skunk
Trapped up so gritty
My darg scraping off scud
This that concrete crud
I was comatose in a daze
Sippin on mud
Bad chicks wid me and some of them studs
All my dargs raise a toast wit a spliff and it’s runtz