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I see a lot of man let jealousy creep in who you eat with, the girls that you sleep with Watch who you talk with, walk with, speak The to the motives, the last to the meetings Huh, all I know is how to bruv off as a worker and thats just how it works bruh When I was tryna work niggas never to turn up But when time to turn up everybody turns up And I don't know what I was thinking with the tweets the searches But when got murdered man was so emotional Tryna find I had some good intentions but I guess I word them The so funny I got a message that the streets don't love me The streets love you If you died today they wouldn't to your fucking GoFundMe A lot of man hate me, but man touch me That's why I gotta chuckle, I'm a Poet, no My mummy tryna wake me up for in the morning Is the only time a human on this earth has ever me Pshh, boy true I tell them yutes that skunk is gonna poison you All you do is go and score a point or two It's ironic everybody's got a point to When we were we never listened to them older man How you beefing man if you even know the man? Before you poke a man you man wanna a man All for some Instagram clout on exposing So what's gangster 'Cause I don't really know if I'm honest When we were young we had of being bosses Ballers, doctors, lawyers in an So how did that turn dropping out of college Snaps in a prison cell, in a coffin London is cursed, city's got a problem My bro ain't got a bird he got an ostrich, a fucking life So talk about experience I say what I want and period My serious I got a squad full of lifers From Dovegate to ISIS, is priceless And I see a lot of man tryna me out I feel the tension in the air I walk around But would you rather be the person talking or the doing all the things that people talk about? Scratch that, I ain't the backchat My mum calls me David, call me Santan And fam, I don't a fuck if you're a badman You madman, the only guy I'm is the tax man They say that is a game and it's true 'Cause if you say the wrong then everybody wants to hang man Ask Surge about the that I had man I the fam together like when Tommy got the black hand And if you got a good girl you need to her close And let her in, because the is things hit the fan they're gonna disappear All them sidechicks, and all them All your broskis and your And all the man that you were in the pictures with They ain't visiting they ain't got a thing to give I'm a But that between stopping it and living it I'm sitting in the of it You would think I told my boys to come party in 'Cause this year I we need to touch bigger fish Too many yutes are and I'm sick of it