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This road life getting boring as hell

I done madness

I'll never run out of story's to tell

He left me on the floor

But I caught him when he fell

Still that ginger guy

Corn And the shells

You can tell,

If you clock how I walk aswell

I never gave up

So I never fail

I'm a danger to society

I ain't never getting bail

I ain't never going back to jail

I'm tryna get rich make it out

Keenan and kel

Central cee might lick that bag for you

But bitch go lick it your self

Take pride when I shoot

Catch me cleaning my shells

I been on my knees

Pleading with god

Really needing some help

Deep down I can tell

they probally ain't no one there

I'm just speaking to my self

I bring money to the table

We speaking on wealth

I don't bring problems to the table

I'll deal with it my self

Quick and clean

They Plenty more fish in the sea

Remember tho

Even a frog be sitting with a queen

Saw what you reap

Had me running from the police

Got me touring

Shitting were I sleep

Gun down a few squads

end up beefing a new team

Done a few jobs

Had a few dreams

Robbed a few crops

Till My shoes green

My younger lost my burner

I want even mad

I dint loose sleep

Get him another one

With a few sweets

B o b terry tee

A 38 or a 43

Bike or hoopty

Skid up bang whoopty

I'm that Gringo

White boy booky

I probally done shit

You'd see in a movie

I dint choose this life it choose me

From young I been loopy

In school My boy got banged

for being on tag

I came back with a wap

Like who's he

I was in jail

Sitting down

doing porridge

I was eating oats

Same time losing hope

If I'm honest

Miss my bros

miss the roads

Nan tells me

I need to drop it

I'm gonna end up dead

One In my head

I really need to stop it

They ain't no bunkbed in a coffin