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letra de kts.tv - shack don & kdon- what you saying doe - shack don

yo
south manny n-gga
you know what it is
shack don, kdon

[verse 1: shack don]
yo we got the, ends on the observation
cameras tryna’ catch are faces
we be tryna’ get it blatant
money is the motivation
fell in love with money
but i’ve got hate for the pavement
but i don’t mean the ground, i mean the ends i was raised in
gotta keep my hood up, and head down for the safety
cos i can’t be -rs-d ending up in the station
dumb kids, checked the guy from previous occasions
got me thinking how the f-ck did i get my mums raided
listen, so i’m trapping on a low key
n-ggas know me, general s don from m15
had to swerve red park, had to swerve bengies
even though we had the strip popping like md
we were shotting md, had the fiends coming back
sweating off the peng cheese trust me
built my life on scr-ps, straight self-made, hustling
no orders, no hand-outs, i done this
when we fall off, bounce back like it’s nothing
told you in the concrete jungle, dats no bluffing
then man are stunting designers, but their nothing
most of them are getting spoon feed, the little muppets
them one are taught like their breaking down bunches
go and get themselves eat like m-ffins
silly little dumb kids
huh, they mustn’t understand that
dats how the hood tryna
[?] from the hot spot
right now the blocks hot
24/7 man are on job
we be tryna get it n-gga, always grafting none stop
free my older cousin in the bin, the clock don’t stop
late nights, early mornings, n-gga dats my rota
but right now the blocks kinda hot, like a toaster
cos bare man are getting’, stuck up like a poster
looking at me with no reg plate
for the corolla and for the [?]

[chorus]
tell me what u sayin tho
on the grind all the time i’m just staying low
moneys on my mind, belling out my line
so i’m on the rise tryna get the doe
yh,yh,yh (x2)

[verse 2: kdon]
look, look ,look
yh i’m tryan make the profit
dirty money in money pocket
stack it, then i lock it
grab the scales then i chop it
two bills on a cheese z
exchanging for the queens head
money is my weakness, new friends turn to previous
f-ck snakes on a plane, the same in a rain
spit pain, my life styles crazy in this lane
o-type my mains, n-ggas from the moss up in this games
and we all take loses, but it all cost the same
but we bounce back, spitting ounce rap on the sound track
tryna make the pounds stack, not easy i don’t lounge back
burning on the burn, we’re earning as we learn
going through the harsh winters cold, working for the term
gone a long way from living in a bmb
mummy trying hardest to get away from the scenery
all it makes is heart break, but me and my brain do not see
so i keep trapping and trapping ’till he cemetery
yh, but my life styles, going through a bad patch
so you might see me on the block side, with a black bag
got the fat sacks, [?]
got that whisper weed see, never had a bad batch
uk rap, f-ck dat, manny’s out her
we get the pounds here, were you never been around here
money is the motive see, never been a clown here
try circling in the deep end, and the south side u might drown here

[chorus]
tell me what u sayin tho
on the grind all the time i’m just staying low
moneys on my mind, belling out my line
so i’m on the rise tryna get the doe
yh,yh,yh (x4)

- shack don

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