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letra de trouble - young dizz

[verse 1: young dizz]
man can’t do what i do
and man can’t step where i step (no way)
and there ain’t no yutes our age in the ends that make as much bread as my set (real life)
heard them yutes, they’re coming, then tell me exactly where (where?)
cah they know i’m on letting off my ting bait, before there on letting on theirs (bow-bow)
me and twiz spent thrity on the whipsm, not mentioning the cars we lost (okay)
cos the numbers go up if i do, but i can’t look back on a loss (no way)
i got one yute at knife point, mans gotta make sure he’s an opp
if not, man might search him, just to know he’s got (what you go?)
i’m a walking hazard, and man can’t step where i step (okay)
man said he drills too much
how you drill and make so much bread? (how?)
opps drive past in the ends and they act like they don’t even know man (man ‘low it)
me and twinz caught a yute getting head on the opp block listening to slow jams
man can’t do me like that (no way)
cah when i’m with my girl, i got a rare [?] local, or i put a shank in her bag (real talk)
man don’t ask me twice (no way)
if i say i got it, then i got it (i swear)
i had a star9 there, it’s local, h-ll brake loose if i c-ck it
if you know your boy’s on nuttin’ as he hittin’ the booth (get out the booth)
i’ll kick man out of the studio, like “yo you got drillings to do”
i see dem opps tryna get man clout, man can’t relate to dem yutes
cah what they spent on the car is what man spent on my tooth (real talk)
they say beef is a broke man sport but the skeng costs double your car (okay)
i hop out the whiz on a mad ting, i caught one yute but i lost his darg (okay)
what them opps just burnt on their re-up is what man spent at the bar (yeah)
i see dem wearing the same old coat, mask, covering the skars
what you know ’bout ducking man down, tired but you gotta carry on for the cause?
in the trap, got the bando jumping, gotta trap on pause
got the drop on the opp (on the opp), put two bells in a mop (in a mop)
opps see gang, drop their doritos
loose balance and run in the shops

[verse 2: ko]
either your in our your out for the cause
i can’t stand the man that are half on (no i can’t)
snake or snitch, do wrong and get banned from the road like armstrong (they’re gon)
dem boy der run when there’s goons in the whip, and the door and the car [?] (where you goin’? where you goin’?)
i had some hard food sale, i weren’t shottin’ no yam from a yard shop
violate any man in my team, get strait for the snap or they braggin’ to chick (gems)
dey know that we coming right back, so they panic and hide, they won’t be in their bits (they ain’t there)
we been puttin’ in shift, thats recent, dem man are living off history (ohh)
and we violate no reason, circle again, add insult to injury (double back)
what you know ’bout steppin’ on crud? (wah?)
dem man know ’bout rapping ’bout guns and firing blanks from a dud (some gems)
we done been pressuring punks (they know, they know)
they talk about bopping with brooms but all now no one’s been bun (not one)
what you know ’bout being in a stolen whip, no glove, if you touch then you smudge?
rather be on streets, make p’s than we riding on nerds (anytime)
every now and again, see opp’s in the strip, tell slim to reverse (ayy spin it)
how many times have we been on the block and had all the opps dispursed? (how many?)
manna get round there on a loose, that’s h-lla civilians looking concerned
but i’m a old man, so if you see on my own then that’s still gang (gang)
that yute don’t lack but i’m still baffed, he backed out his cheff, still ran
me i talk facts, dem boy might trap, but dem boys don’t bang (they don’t)
pull up on foot, done bike and cars, we due to pull up in a van (that’s any, that’s anything)
and if you involved then we do you like bad, the please don’t do us like b[?]
cah we don’t wanna be in the can, jails not part of the plan (no we don’t)
the jakes got me with a nank, luck had me doing up tag (that’s luck)
what you know ’bout dots with a cuff on hand, just thinking don’t send me down (what you know? what you know?)
i’ve been round tryna smoke fools (bow-bow-bow)
i said back out your ting, let it ring, and they’re making phone calls (gems)
there’s things in the whip, we can’t get nicked, we’re p-ssed if bro stalls
they put my bro in bins, got nick by pigs, it’s cool cah they home soon (free ’em, free ’em, free ’em)

- young dizz

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