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The place is hot
With one bar I can make it cold
Blessed microphones for a lifetime
Never made it old
Shawshank Redemption dig pipelines
Under wardens nose
Smoke weed every single second
Never caught a cold
Raised to question all of these lessons We was taught or told
Yousta have a whole heap a jewellery
But I pawned my gold
bars are damp around the foundation And adorned with mold
Me and duskee thunder and lightning
Just like a storm would hold
While i travel globe in lavish robes
Tryna buy my happy grabbing clothes
Writing loads to grab your lobes
Unruly Scally dep
On saville row
My future moneys just some investments that I haven’t blown
This pure love that I get from my kids
Sutton I’ve never known
Light language infinite scriptures
Your on a level low
Guess what I’m gonna do the millions of I ever blow
Spend it all on NFT’s and the deface them all
WRITERS
DELROY GERROD POTTINGER, KIERAN LEACH, OLIVER CLARK
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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