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letra de intro (was i lying?) - kb (uk)

[verse]
nowadays man don’t put in work, they just type first
i really got my name off pulling triggers and knife work
i’ve been in jail so long it’s starting to feel like light work
growing up in juvie’s where i learned how to fight first
i never fought again when i learned how that pipe work
beat up the dotty but we cheated the nine burn
i was just a shorty, i’ll show you how my mind works
blaze wants a body but you know i want mine first, but more life
had to charge it to the game, weren’t no spoiled price
both times we went around there, it’s been a fortnight
i’m in thе trenches, i’ve been training for this all my lifе
if i push it to the limits for the n-ggas that i call my slimes
i was twenty-one on my third strike
they took the stand for the prosecution, i burnt ties
snitches on the m, how the f-ck you still runner guys?
you knew from back then but you’re acting like you’re surprised
there’s hammers in the rides, gotta step like they’re on the roads
wouldn’t expect you to understand cause you ain’t involved
charge it to the game, never thought it would take my soul
now all a n-gga know is broken dreams and forgotten hopes
shoulda been rose gold cubans and diamond ropes
instead i spent time smoking weed, they’re still trying coke
mummy know i’m sorry, it was you that i lied to most
dine in jails, never once gave me fried meals
i was in the middle of the field where they’re giving goals
yeah alright, you was in the field but you was in goal
probably the hardest rapper birmingham’s ever known
king of the city, i just advocated the throne
but f-ck it though, i’ll rag it till the wheels fall off
a hundred grand at eighteen, who thought we would fall off?
these youtube comments can’t determine if you’re real or not
that’s why the game full of goofys man, the real all gone
my cousin saying “talk to them, you got mad reach”
i’m dropping gems in these raps, somebody tag meek
on the way back from town, heading back to greens
thinking “oh allah will i ever touch back these streets?”
free looney, free blakez, free big blakez
free shh, free sl!ckz man, f-ck the jakes
i ain’t a preacher but i’ll say it straight
the realest n-ggas ain’t on road, the judge gave them plates
i’m a rapper, they’re capping like s loud said
but they won’t understand until it gets code red
people always talk more when they know less
they talk rough but i promise you it ain’t no stress
and it ain’t no threat, you done a three to eighteen bro that ain’t no stretch
i used to love her like a brudda yo but never again
there’s no point in catching feelings when you’re stuck in the pen
cah you know where it ends, but then again
just know i love you now if i loved you then
the opps think they’re bad now, shoulda slugged you then
you know it’s tekky in the city, how the summer gets
every time i phone home i hear about someone dead
if you ain’t down get the f-ck out the ride
on f.t. to little bro, he got that look in his eye
how can i tell my likkle n-ggas dem to put down a knife?
when it’s opposite numbers tryna put down a life
i would never tell my likkle n-ggas to dead no beef
all i say is “in this life you can’t get no peace”
so it’s life in pen or it’s death on the streets
what was you destined to be?

- kb uk

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