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letra de soon home (in2lude) - wstrn

-sound of coin being inserted into payphone-

[verse: akelle]
i’m screaming
“soon home in my room [?]”
a n—- took my watch
i guess i just had to do road
truth told, i should be out there with my two bros
but i couldn’t let that n—- get away with my two tones
so i’m ‘ere mashing
got my machinery, really missing the scenery
crazy women were preeing me
taking pics with my heat on me
fire’s in me but i’m firing [?]
[?]
i’m the guy in my city, i’m on all sorts
i came from [?]
that was me and [?], we were on the [?] ting
it’s funny, they were hating all before we started caking
tell ’em like
thank you to the fans for writing akelle
big up the people who sent messages to haile and elz
whoever said jail ain’t hard must be joking
enough bruddas showed me love, on a grown ting
they think i’m coming out on a mad ting but i ain’t feeling too
confident, jumping on stage straight from a dinner queue
maybe it’s just all in my head, true i hit a few
have you ever blamed for something that you really didn’t do?
i’m done with it
them dumb n—-s, they can run with it
i’m still beating off my mash on my ones, init
i’m still eating a couple racks off of one visit
if i ain’t done the sh-t i say, i done my-
na i did it
i’ve had to dish sweets outs with my mummy there
when i talk sweets man, i ain’t talking gummy bears
i ain’t really good at maths but the money’s there
been in for a while, i still gotta do another year
i’m in the can, catch me bagging up ounces
sitting on these n—-s, never catching me crouching
f-ck top 10, i need a number one
i got robbed for my watch and i bought another one
i’m sick with it
i made a hit and made six digits
[?], i slid in ’em
mad love soon as i came home
yeah i put my hands up, i was there [?], yep
but them n—-s, they weren’t in it
it’s like, why would you race if you know you ain’t winning?
i was live on the stage
[?]
i ride any day, but some n—-s they ain’t willing
yo, people don’t like me
i’m gucci stepping, unruly weapon in my jeans
they got to grab it, [?] tried me
to walk a f-cking mile in my trainers, you need my feet
i been rhyming, freestyling, clean timing
i been trying
i need [?]
but the path i’m going down right now, it’s too dark for me
friends that don’t go to my ma’s yard and ask for me
‘bredrin’, friends that can’t even send a tenner in
this is why when i try answering my phone, i just let it ring

-sound of coin being accepted by payphone, indicating time up-

- wstrn

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