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This ain't no happy home

This is were the devil lives

You a enemy of mine

If you a friend of his

Thought id be with the wind

Before 25

Now I'm 26

Nothings what it seems

And it never is

Thought they had my best interest at heart

And they never did

Encryption I don't need a encro

Growing up It was p2 and supee Nintendo

I remember Blackberry's

Was the trend tho

Switching batteries

With your boy

When you got a dead phone

Puncture on the bmx

Gotta ten toes

Lost my best friend

It got me fucked up

I can't let go

Soft top

Me and jonny five in the benzo

If you see my name on a grave stone

Don't worry

I'm on my way home

Undies acting like druggies

In plain clothes

Trip and fall

Get your lane closed

Headshot get your face blown

My boy died right here

I'm doing shootings on the same road

Do my dirt

on my Jay Jones

I don't need a codee

This ain't saints row

You know how the games go

I'm always good like melly said

I'm a hustler brother

na i never beg

Bobby's got guns now

Tell a friend to tell a friend

Bitcoin only or we ain't selling them

Two twos

Three eights, four elevens

Straight out of hell

I never thought of heaven

Grown boy YOI to a felon

You got a vest

Bro that's kool

Lick ya straight in ya melon

Yoo Fuck that

They thought I was done

Thought id never come back

They was shocked

When I really done that

That feeling there I really loved that

My young g needed a gun

He really tryna touch man

I give him mate rates

Cost him 1 rack

I left man in the dirt

And I'll never look back

I was 16

putting rent money in my mums bag

I done probo i done jail

I done tag

Done Kidnaps been kidnapped

You can never judge man

Down on my knees so many times

Everytime I come back

Really tried to hunt man

Nannys boy this ain't mums gaff

This is granny's crib

I been through hella stress

Through hella shit

Broke down

Thought about quiting

But I never did

Stand on my own 2

Gotta let that devil in

Mobster

Sandwich shop were the fellas is

I was a little shit,

anything for a couple quid

Tryna get fucking rich

I was the one telling fibs

Motor bike wired up

You can tell it nicked

I put me first

And they say I changed loads

Run down creps

Still in the same clothes

Sticking to the dirt path

Going down the dirt road

Use to do it for some airmaxs

Now i do it for a range rove

20 gs in bitcoin

Will get your mate smoked

Treat it like a proper hit

Get your face blown

Cleaned up

Now that' case closed

Only white guy In the group

My face known

Pound sterling, dollars pasoses