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Now they say I'm popping, I make gangster rap pop Brolly or the mop It’s sweeping or it’s raining when they phone me for the... Like Johnny on the spot (Grahh) Either you on it or you’re not 'Cause this life ain’t for the faint hearted (Nah) Or the half-hearted (Nah) How many man are just departed? Man-ah give a boy a side parting When this .9's clarting Where I'm from they kill you it’s the curse of false pride darling See this new season Gucci on an old school G Bro still go through doors like I go through beats If i hit him with this right, I bet he goes to sleep You ain’t bad you neek They say my way of painting picturеs on a track's unique I don’t rap for free On the block, but they don’t trap for free My cokе’s magnific, it’s either trap or rap but It’s mad that just what it has to be So respectfully, I know nanny used to only want the best for me Drug dealers try invest in me I feel like life always testing me Music’s bringing out the best on me She rolls my spliff and put her legs on me Letras de cancionesIf I was you, I’d place your bets on me Feature and my director’s fee I made dua this was my destiny I made dua this was my destiny Now they say I'm popping, I make gangster rap pop Brolly or the mop It’s sweeping or it’s raining when they phone me for the... Like Johnny on the spot (Grahh) Either you on it or you’re not 'Cause this life ain’t for the faint hearted (Nah) Or the half-hearted (Nah) How many man are just departed? Man-ah give a boy a side parting When this .9's clarting Where I'm from they kill you it’s the curse of false pride darling Shit's been fucking with my mind lately Trust, come in short supply lately I’m one of one like my Skele AP Loaded Glock 19 in this dinger A3 Chest out tryna put a boy on page 3 They gon’ shoot in broad day like a ACG I’m paranoid plus I’m OCD I got A Cat nightmares and main stage dreams Manna really tryna get paid out by any means So, when they saying "got you" you ain't deeping what they mean Grip the Dione chef you out of your Celine He got opened up like a tin of beans Leave you stretched like limousines, I get smokey like screech Don’t make me shoot like I’m Zinedine I still got the rap game in a guillotine Them man there are still talking to the gelatine So I laugh I hear them say we're beefing 'Cah I just hear about them and their mothers grieving Everybody’s bad until they start leaking Me I’m in the ocean where the sharks deep in He was your bredrin, now your rah beefing Thinking about 36 it gets my heart beating I mean my heart breaking, I can’t explain the feeling On the A13 in this car speeding Now they say I'm popping, I make gangster rap pop Brolly or the mop It’s sweeping or it’s raining when they phone me for the... Like Johnny on the spot (Grahh) Either you on it or you’re not 'Cause this life ain’t for the faint hearted (Nah) Or the half-hearted (Nah) How many man are just departed? Man-ah give a boy a side parting When this .9's clarting Where I'm from they kill you it’s the curse of false pride darling From Letras Mania