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letra de substance (outro) - rv

[chorus]
she got a pretty face, but she ain’t got no substance
heard your mixtape and it ain’t got no substance
in the t house, i had to re-up on them substances
had me on basic, now we’re f-ckin’ lit (lit)
heard my first wap in my cousin’s crib (r.i.p.)
i just pray that he can see me now (pray)
i’m the fresh prince of tottenham, i don’t need a crown
in the field, ten toes slidin’, i don’t mean to foul (rv)

[verse]
youngers wanna drill and trap, probably ‘cah i made it cool, but i tell them, “stay in school”
they think my life is lit, but to bring my cousin back, i would trade it all (facts)
when i got the news, i was hopin’ it was april fools
they had me on the wing on soc’, i werеn’t playin’ pool (nah)
i was on a blue phone tryna make a call
thеy said the love was real, but i ain’t a fool (not me)
if you weren’t there for me then that says it all
got the message loud and clear (loud)
in my cell, i was countin’ years (countin’)
white airs, had a thousand pairs
earned my sp-ce at the table, never found a chair (true)
same n-gga on my ones and same around my peers
my circle’s tight, i ain’t worried ’bout gettin’ back doored
get rich and act poor
i get mine, do you stack yours? (do you?)
i should do road less and rap more (rap more), but i’m really in the streets, f-ck a rap war
i don’t battle rap or diss (nah)
rather treat him like his scalp’s itchin’, go there and slap it in his wig (shoot, shoot)
when gang gettin’ down, i’ll backstrap him in my riz’
i don’t glamorise this sh-t (no), i’m just rappin’ all the madness that i live (real talk)
all that jail time had me in a chizz (stress)
she said, “it smells like [?]”, it is
gave her goosebumps when i was grabbin’ on her hip (haha)
now i got an aux like bangers in a whip
’09 i had a big knife, like a cut donor meat (big one)
mum knows i’m still involved, always gettin’ onto me (mumsy)
we do get backs, we don’t accept apologies (never)
go there and crash like the economy (shoot)
it’s a dog eat dog world, but i’m tryna make it honourably
i’m my brother’s keeper, you’re a loss if you dishonour me (gang)
i’m still stuck between the past, nowhere i wanna be
need to get it mapped out, like geography
[chorus]
she got a pretty face, but she ain’t got no substance
heard your mixtape and it ain’t got no substance
in the t house, i had to re-up on them substances
had me on basic, now we’re f-ckin’ lit (lit)
heard my first wap in my cousin’s crib (r.i.p.)
i just pray that he can see me now (pray)
i’m the fresh prince of tottenham, i don’t need a crown
in the field, ten toes slidin’, i don’t mean to foul (rv)

- rv

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