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There's a million ways\nGot my knife every day 'cause I'm still in my ways\n\nYo, this rap weren't never the plan\nI'm cool but never a fan (never)\nNot havin' money don't make no one less of a man\nBut you need money to be the best that you can\nIf I go broke, I'll go rest in the can\nBump into opps and I'm reppin' the gang\nYoung little teenagers steppin' for man\nThat man ain't got no bodies but reckon they're bad (How?)\n\nFeds on my back\nThey think I'm the head of the gang\nCouple G's on the road\nGot the rest of the bros in the can (free 'em)\nCouple hundred in drug P's\nPut the rest of the P's in the bank (put that away)\nKilos of petrol up in the bando and the rest in my tank, yo\n\nWe got it, there's no wrestlin', man\nWho's gonna wrestle with man? (Who?)\nShe said I'm out here fuckin' everybody\nWho's gonna settle with that? (Hmm?)\nCookin' tuna in my cell\nUsed to use kettles for that\nSince I ran up half a million, pussy, I never been better\n\nWe been livin' a way, fly out the cunch, give it away\nNext thing you know, the phone's on the drib in a day\nThat's how I done it, it's really the way\nI shot the glass from whippin' the yay\nLost it, was my biggest mistake\nGave Delma some food, he went missin' away\nHe must've thought up in the prison he safe\n\nBiggest mistake\nMy niggas ran in the cell and slit in his face (gang)\nThis ain't rap, it's really the case\nRevenge is so sweet, it's really the taste\nEveryone knows me, the feelin' is strange (strange)\nDark tint when I chill in the Range (Range)\nBro got locked, years in the cage\nEvery day's the same, so I give him a change\n\nYo, I worked so hard to be real\nBut them lies that they make ain't harmin' me, still (never)\nGot a yout' strapped up in the party to kill\nHe knows make his own way home if he's barkin' it still\nMy army is real\n20 years if he pleads, that's hardly a deal\nMan, it's awkward now\nI don't even know what we should talk about\n\nYou must be havin' weird dreams of walkin' out (ah)\nYou don't need kebab shops for no quarter pounds\nJust phone Little Capo, he'll sort you out\nMy niggas ride, don't talk it out\nHanger in the pot, fork it out\nUsed to have to stay at my shorty's house\nNow my left wrist is a mortgage house\n\nYou know what's funny as well? (What?)\nBefore I met Santan Dave\nI met his brother in jail\nI never knew and his brother didn't tell (for real?)\nWho would've thought me and his brother would sell?\nNumber one in the charts\nI used to be number one in the dark, dark\n\nDoubtin' myself was my biggest mistake\nTrustin' someone was also my biggest mistake\nWe started as dargs, but he finished a snake\nCan't run 'round there to slither away\nI'm into money, ain't into debates\nWith my knife on, watch niggas deflate\nThe quicker I leave, the bigger the chase\nSo girl, don't play, give a nigga your face\n\nI paid my lawyer, I'm winnin' the case\nFeds took 50, still had a grin on my face (huh)\nPercs, I got dribs in the safe\nThink I'm out with all the shit that I made\nGive a nigga a break\nEvery dog has his day, but it isn't today (nah)\nFree my dargs that's still locked in the cage\nReminiscin' on their biggest mistake (the biggest)\n\nI still remember the first wetting\nFilled up with hype and adrenaline\nGave the yout' a little leggin'\nNext time was a face shot, progression\nMy youngin got life, stressin'\nWonderin' if we'll forget him\nBack then for six racks, get 'em\nNow times that by ten just for renting\n\nIt ain't 'bout the start, it's the endin'\nIt ain't 'bout your heart, it's the weapon\nThis music just came as a blessin'\nAfter all of the rain and the lessons\nPromoters, they pay for my entrance\nThese people, they pay for a sentence\nRobbed the plug, never meant it\nMy biggest mistake, I left it\n\nCan money buy happiness?\nNo, money can't buy happiness\nBut it can contribute towards gettin' happiness\nI mean, you can't go into the shop and purchase a bottle of happiness\nIt just doesn't work like that\nThere's not, like, a single thing that you can identify as happiness\nAnd say you're gonna have money and get that\nThere's so much more","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.32] I still remember the first wetting\n[00:02.67] Filled up with hype and adrenaline\n[00:04.16] Gave the yout' a little leggin'\n[00:05.76] Next time was a face shot, progression\n[00:08.42] My youngin got life, stressin'\n[00:10.15] Wonderin' if we'll forget him\n[00:11.84] Back then for six racks, get 'em\n[00:13.42] Now times that by ten just for renting\n[00:15.94] It ain't 'bout the start, it's the endin'\n[00:17.91] It ain't 'bout your heart, it's the weapon\n[00:19.60] This music just came as a blessin'\n[00:21.42] After all of the rain and the lessons\n[00:23.52] Promoters, they pay for my entrance\n[00:25.44] These people, they pay for a sentence\n[00:27.79] Robbed the plug, never meant it\n[00:29.58] My biggest mistake, I left it\n[00:31.87] Grew up with my mum (mum)\n[00:33.26] Used to see my dad a bit (a bit)\n[00:34.81] 'Til I started movin' so dumb\n[00:37.14] He couldn't even manage it\n[00:38.55] I was 14 and I was missin' like Madeleine\n[00:40.97] Stealin' phones, chippin' in with my niggas for cannabis\n[00:43.79] I quit school for the bangin' strip\n[00:45.69] But let's go back a bit\n[00:47.10] Mum moved me out of London when I was like ten\n[00:49.99] But I was the same out there, I was badder again\n[00:52.36] So by 13, we was back in the ends (we're back)\n[00:54.95] But bringin' me back to that shitty estate\n[00:57.10] Was probably my mum's biggest mistake\n[00:58.79] But she never grew up or lived in this place\n[01:00.83] Met my dad here, thinks the city is great\n[01:02.90] Biggest mistake, this ain't no city your kids wanna play\n[01:05.86] I'm from where, real young, you make killers as mates\n[01:07.99] That's maximum profit on minimum wage\n[01:10.38] Now I'm a star, they won't give me no space\n[01:12.49] Bad bitch with an innocent face\n[01:14.14] Why you broke? There's a million ways\n[01:15.80] Got my knife every day 'cause I'm still in my ways\n[01:18.22] Yo, this rap weren't never the plan\n[01:19.89] I'm cool but never a fan (never)\n[01:21.42] Not havin' money don't make no one less of a man\n[01:23.72] But you need money to be the best that you can\n[01:25.60] If I go broke, I'll go rest in the can\n[01:27.83] Bump into opps and I'm reppin' the gang\n[01:29.85] Young little teenagers steppin' for man\n[01:31.30] That man ain't got no bodies but reckon they're bad (How?)\n[01:33.92] Feds on my back\n[01:35.32] They think I'm the head of the gang\n[01:37.45] Couple G's on the road\n[01:39.13] Got the rest of the bros in the can (free 'em)\n[01:41.27] Couple hundred in drug P's\n[01:43.00] Put the rest of the P's in the bank (put that away)\n[01:45.20] Kilos of petrol up in the bando and the rest in my tank, yo\n[01:49.45] We got it, there's no wrestlin', man\n[01:51.58] Who's gonna wrestle with man? (Who?)\n[01:53.29] She said I'm out here fuckin' everybody\n[01:55.56] Who's gonna settle with that? (Hmm?)\n[01:57.35] Cookin' tuna in my cell\n[01:59.24] Used to use kettles for that\n[02:01.14] Since I ran up half a million, pussy, I never been better\n[02:05.04] We been livin' a way, fly out the cunch, give it away\n[02:08.38] Next thing you know, the phone's on the drib in a day\n[02:10.75] That's how I done it, it's really the way\n[02:12.62] I shot the glass from whippin' the yay\n[02:14.58] Lost it, was my biggest mistake\n[02:16.32] Gave Delma some food, he went missin' away\n[02:18.32] He must've thought up in the prison he safe\n[02:20.54] Biggest mistake\n[02:21.87] My niggas ran in the cell and slit in his face (gang)\n[02:24.68] This ain't rap, it's really the case\n[02:26.20] Revenge is so sweet, it's really the taste\n[02:28.19] Everyone knows me, the feelin' is strange (strange)\n[02:30.32] Dark tint when I chill in the Range (Range)\n[02:32.23] Bro got locked, years in the cage\n[02:33.98] Every day's the same, so I give him a change\n[02:36.19] Yo, I worked so hard to be real\n[02:37.81] But them lies that they make ain't harmin' me, still (never)\n[02:40.20] Got a yout' strapped up in the party to kill\n[02:42.27] He knows make his own way home if he's barkin' it still\n[02:45.13] My army is real\n[02:46.27] 20 years if he pleads, that's hardly a deal\n[02:48.92] Man, it's awkward now\n[02:49.86] I don't even know what we should talk about\n[02:52.15] You must be havin' weird dreams of walkin' out (ah)\n[02:55.09] You don't need kebab shops for no quarter pounds\n[02:57.57] Just phone Little Capo, he'll sort you out\n[02:59.67] My niggas ride, don't talk it out\n[03:01.47] Hanger in the pot, fork it out\n[03:03.46] Used to have to stay at my shorty's house\n[03:05.43] Now my left wrist is a mortgage house\n[03:07.62] You know what's funny as well? (What?)\n[03:09.55] Before I met Santan Dave\n[03:11.65] I met his brother in jail\n[03:13.18] I never knew and his brother didn't tell (for real?)\n[03:15.56] Who would've thought me and his brother would sell?\n[03:17.99] Number one in the charts\n[03:19.32] I used to be number one in the dark, dark\n[03:21.79] Doubtin' myself was my biggest mistake\n[03:24.23] Trustin' someone was also my biggest mistake\n[03:26.69] We started as dargs, but he finished a snake\n[03:28.55] Can't run 'round there to slither away\n[03:30.64] I'm into money, ain't into debates\n[03:32.58] With my knife on, watch niggas deflate\n[03:34.58] The quicker I leave, the bigger the chase\n[03:36.35] So girl, don't play, give a nigga your face\n[03:38.46] I paid my lawyer, I'm winnin' the case\n[03:40.47] Feds took 50, still had a grin on my face (huh)\n[03:43.06] Percs, I got dribs in the safe\n[03:44.47] Think I'm out with all the shit that I made\n[03:46.13] Give a nigga a break\n[03:47.39] Every dog has his day, but it isn't today (nah)\n[03:50.14] Free my dargs that's still locked in the cage\n[03:52.06] Reminiscin' on their biggest mistake (the biggest)\n[03:54.45] I still remember the first wetting\n[03:56.69] Filled up with hype and adrenaline\n[03:58.43] Gave the yout' a little leggin'\n[03:59.72] Next time was a face shot, progression\n[04:02.64] My youngin got life, stressin'\n[04:04.21] Wonderin' if we'll forget him\n[04:06.08] Back then for six racks, get 'em\n[04:07.77] Now times that by ten just for renting\n[04:10.02] It ain't 'bout the start, it's the endin'\n[04:12.04] It ain't 'bout your heart, it's the weapon\n[04:13.83] This music just came as a blessin'\n[04:15.71] After all of the rain and the lessons\n[04:17.79] Promoters, they pay for my entrance\n[04:19.72] These people, they pay for a sentence\n[04:21.84] Robbed the plug, never meant it\n[04:23.68] My biggest mistake, I left it\n[04:27.25] Can money buy happiness?\n[04:29.53] No, money can't buy 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289660\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 289660\nplain: |-\n  I still remember the first wetting\n  Filled up with hype and adrenaline\n  Gave the yout' a little leggin'\n  Next time was a face shot, progression\n  My youngin got life, stressin'\n  Wonderin' if we'll forget him\n  Back then for six racks, get 'em\n  Now times that by ten just for renting\n\n  It ain't 'bout the start, it's the endin'\n  It ain't 'bout your heart, it's the weapon\n  This music just came as a blessin'\n  After all of the rain and the lessons\n  Promoters, they pay for my entrance\n  These people, they pay for a sentence\n  Robbed the plug, never meant it\n  My biggest mistake, I left it\n\n  Grew up with my mum (mum)\n  Used to see my dad a bit (a bit)\n  'Til I started movin' so dumb\n  He couldn't even manage it\n  I was 14 and I was missin' like Madeleine\n  Stealin' phones, chippin' in with my niggas for cannabis\n  I quit school for the bangin' strip\n  But let's go back a bit\n\n  Mum moved me out of London 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There's a million ways\n  Got my knife every day 'cause I'm still in my ways\n\n  Yo, this rap weren't never the plan\n  I'm cool but never a fan (never)\n  Not havin' money don't make no one less of a man\n  But you need money to be the best that you can\n  If I go broke, I'll go rest in the can\n  Bump into opps and I'm reppin' the gang\n  Young little teenagers steppin' for man\n  That man ain't got no bodies but reckon they're bad (How?)\n\n  Feds on my back\n  They think I'm the head of the gang\n  Couple G's on the road\n  Got the rest of the bros in the can (free 'em)\n  Couple hundred in drug P's\n  Put the rest of the P's in the bank (put that away)\n  Kilos of petrol up in the bando and the rest in my tank, yo\n\n  We got it, there's no wrestlin', man\n  Who's gonna wrestle with man? (Who?)\n  She said I'm out here fuckin' everybody\n  Who's gonna settle with that? 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(What?)\n  Before I met Santan Dave\n  I met his brother in jail\n  I never knew and his brother didn't tell (for real?)\n  Who would've thought me and his brother would sell?\n  Number one in the charts\n  I used to be number one in the dark, dark\n\n  Doubtin' myself was my biggest mistake\n  Trustin' someone was also my biggest mistake\n  We started as dargs, but he finished a snake\n  Can't run 'round there to slither away\n  I'm into money, ain't into debates\n  With my knife on, watch niggas deflate\n  The quicker I leave, the bigger the chase\n  So girl, don't play, give a nigga your face\n\n  I paid my lawyer, I'm winnin' the case\n  Feds took 50, still had a grin on my face (huh)\n  Percs, I got dribs in the safe\n  Think I'm out with all the shit that I made\n  Give a nigga a break\n  Every dog has his day, but it isn't today (nah)\n  Free my dargs that's still locked in the cage\n  Reminiscin' on their biggest mistake (the biggest)\n\n  I still remember the first wetting\n  Filled up with hype and adrenaline\n  Gave the yout' a little leggin'\n  Next time was a face shot, progression\n  My youngin got life, stressin'\n  Wonderin' if we'll forget him\n  Back then for six racks, get 'em\n  Now times that by ten just for renting\n\n  It ain't 'bout the start, it's the endin'\n  It ain't 'bout your heart, it's the weapon\n  This music just came as a blessin'\n  After all of the rain and the lessons\n  Promoters, they pay for my entrance\n  These people, they pay for a sentence\n  Robbed the plug, never meant it\n  My biggest mistake, I left it\n\n  Can money buy happiness?\n  No, money can't buy happiness\n  But it can contribute towards gettin' happiness\n  I mean, you can't go into the shop and purchase a bottle of happiness\n  It just doesn't work like that\n  There's not, like, a single thing that you can identify as happiness\n  And say you're gonna have money and get that\n  There's so much more\n"},{"id":16571058,"name":"Fredo - Biggest Mistake (Audio)","trackName":"Fredo - Biggest Mistake (Audio)","artistName":"FREDOPG","albumName":"Il mio mix","duration":295.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I still remember the first wetting\nFilled up with hype and adrenaline\nGave the yout' a little leggin'\nNext time was a face shot, progression\nMy youngin got life, stressin'\nWonderin' if we'll forget him\nBack then for six racks, get 'em\nNow times that by ten just for renting\n\nIt ain't 'bout the start, it's the endin'\nIt ain't 'bout your heart, it's the weapon\nThis music just came as a blessin'\nAfter all of the rain and the lessons\nPromoters, they pay for my entrance\nThese people, they pay for a sentence\nRobbed the plug, never meant it\nMy biggest mistake, I left it\n\nGrew up with my mum (mum)\nUsed to see my dad a bit (a bit)\n'Til I started movin' so dumb\nHe couldn't even manage it\nI was 14 and I was missin' like Madeleine\nStealin' phones, chippin' in with my niggas for cannabis\nI quit school for the bangin' strip\nBut let's go back a bit\n\nMum moved me out of London when I was like ten\nBut I was the same out there, I was badder again\nSo by 13, we was back in the ends (we're back)\nBut bringin' me back to that shitty estate\nWas probably my mum's biggest mistake\nBut she never grew up or lived in this place\nMet my dad here, thinks the city is great\n\nBiggest mistake, this ain't no city your kids wanna play\nI'm from where, real young, you make killers as mates\nThat's maximum profit on minimum wage\nNow I'm a star, they won't give me no space\nBad bitch with an innocent face\nWhy you broke? There's a million ways\nGot my knife every day 'cause I'm still in my ways\n\nYo, this rap weren't never the plan\nI'm cool but never a fan (never)\nNot havin' money don't make no one less of a man\nBut you need money to be the best that you can\nIf I go broke, I'll go rest in the can\nBump into opps and I'm reppin' the gang\nYoung little teenagers steppin' for man\nThat man ain't got no bodies but reckon they're bad (How?)\n\nFeds on my back\nThey think I'm the head of the gang\nCouple G's on the road\nGot the rest of the bros in the can (free 'em)\nCouple hundred in drug P's\nPut the rest of the P's in the bank (put that away)\nKilos of petrol up in the bando and the rest in my tank, yo\n\nWe got it, there's no wrestlin', man\nWho's gonna wrestle with man? (Who?)\nShe said I'm out here fuckin' everybody\nWho's gonna settle with that? 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There's a million ways\n[01:15.85] Got my knife every day 'cause I'm still in my ways\n[01:18.25] Yo, this rap weren't never the plan\n[01:19.83] I'm cool but never a fan (never)\n[01:21.48] Not havin' money don't make no one less of a man\n[01:23.74] But you need money to be the best that you can\n[01:25.69] If I go broke, I'll go rest in the can\n[01:27.82] Bump into opps and I'm reppin' the gang\n[01:29.84] Young little teenagers steppin' for man\n[01:31.38] That man ain't got no bodies but reckon they're bad (How?)\n[01:33.95] Feds on my back\n[01:35.33] They think I'm the head of the gang\n[01:37.43] Couple G's on the road\n[01:39.18] Got the rest of the bros in the can (free 'em)\n[01:41.25] Couple hundred in drug P's\n[01:43.05] Put the rest of the P's in the bank (put that away)\n[01:45.27] Kilos of petrol up in the bando and the rest in my tank, yo\n[01:49.42] We got it, there's no wrestlin', man\n[01:51.51] Who's gonna wrestle with man? (Who?)\n[01:53.21] She said I'm out here fuckin' everybody\n[01:55.54] Who's gonna settle with that? (Hmm?)\n[01:57.36] Cookin' tuna in my cell\n[01:59.22] Used to use kettles for that\n[02:01.12] Since I ran up half a million, pussy, I never been better\n[02:05.03] We been livin' a way, fly out the cunch, give it away\n[02:08.31] Next thing you know, the phone's on the drib in a day\n[02:10.77] That's how I done it, it's really the way\n[02:12.62] I shot the glass from whippin' the yay\n[02:14.53] Lost it, was my biggest mistake\n[02:16.33] Gave Delma some food, he went missin' away\n[02:18.38] He must've thought up in the prison he safe\n[02:20.55] Biggest mistake\n[02:21.89] My niggas ran in the cell and slit in his face (gang)\n[02:24.64] This ain't rap, it's really the case\n[02:26.20] Revenge is so sweet, it's really the taste\n[02:28.17] Everyone knows me, the feelin' is strange (strange)\n[02:30.38] Dark tint when I chill in the Range (Range)\n[02:32.29] Bro got locked, years in the cage\n[02:33.91] Every day's the same, so I give him a change\n[02:36.13] Yo, I worked so hard to be real\n[02:37.87] But them lies that they make ain't harmin' me, still (never)\n[02:40.17] Got a yout' strapped up in the party to kill\n[02:42.26] He knows make his own way home if he's barkin' it still\n[02:45.11] My army is real\n[02:46.24] 20 years if he pleads, that's hardly a deal\n[02:48.92] Man, it's awkward now\n[02:49.87] I don't even know what we should talk about\n[02:52.11] You must be havin' weird dreams of walkin' out (ah)\n[02:55.05] You don't need kebab shops for no quarter pounds\n[02:57.58] Just phone Little Capo, he'll sort you out\n[02:59.63] My niggas ride, don't talk it out\n[03:01.49] Hanger in the pot, fork it out\n[03:03.45] Used to have to stay at my shorty's house\n[03:05.46] Now my left wrist is a mortgage house\n[03:07.61] You know what's funny as well? (What?)\n[03:09.58] Before I met Santan Dave\n[03:11.67] I met his brother in jail\n[03:13.19] I never knew and his brother didn't tell (for real?)\n[03:15.51] Who would've thought me and his brother would sell?\n[03:17.90] Number one in the charts\n[03:19.32] I used to be number one in the dark, dark\n[03:21.79] Doubtin' myself was my biggest mistake\n[03:24.26] Trustin' someone was also my biggest mistake\n[03:26.62] We started as dargs, but he finished a snake\n[03:28.53] Can't run 'round there to slither away\n[03:30.65] I'm into money, ain't into debates\n[03:32.50] With my knife on, watch niggas deflate\n[03:34.51] The quicker I leave, the bigger the chase\n[03:36.34] So girl, don't play, give a nigga your face\n[03:38.40] I paid my lawyer, I'm winnin' the case\n[03:40.44] Feds took 50, still had a grin on my face (huh)\n[03:43.02] Percs, I got dribs in the safe\n[03:44.47] Think I'm out with all the shit that I made\n[03:46.11] Give a nigga a break\n[03:47.33] Every dog has his day, but it isn't today (nah)\n[03:50.12] Free my dargs that's still locked in the cage\n[03:52.03] Reminiscin' on their biggest mistake (the biggest)\n[03:54.41] I still remember the first wetting\n[03:56.64] Filled up with hype and adrenaline\n[03:58.48] Gave the yout' a little leggin'\n[03:59.70] Next time was a face shot, progression\n[04:02.68] My youngin got life, stressin'\n[04:04.28] Wonderin' if we'll forget him\n[04:06.05] Back then for six racks, get 'em\n[04:07.74] Now times that by ten just for renting\n[04:10.09] It ain't 'bout the start, it's the endin'\n[04:12.04] It ain't 'bout your heart, it's the weapon\n[04:13.81] This music just came as a blessin'\n[04:15.79] After all of the rain and the lessons\n[04:17.75] Promoters, they pay for my entrance\n[04:19.72] These people, they pay for a sentence\n[04:21.83] Robbed the plug, never meant it\n[04:23.64] My biggest mistake, I left it\n[04:27.28] Can money buy happiness?\n[04:29.55] No, money can't buy happiness\n[04:32.48] But it can contribute towards gettin' happiness\n[04:36.25] I mean, you can't go into the shop and purchase a bottle of happiness\n[04:39.84] It just doesn't work like that\n[04:41.19] There's not, like, a single thing that you can identify as happiness\n[04:45.19] And say you're gonna have money and get that\n[04:48.05] There's so much more\n[04:49.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fredo - 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289640\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 289640\nplain: |-\n  I still remember the first wetting\n  Filled up with hype and adrenaline\n  Gave the yout' a little leggin'\n  Next time was a face shot, progression\n  My youngin got life, stressin'\n  Wonderin' if we'll forget him\n  Back then for six racks, get 'em\n  Now times that by ten just for renting\n\n  It ain't 'bout the start, it's the endin'\n  It ain't 'bout your heart, it's the weapon\n  This music just came as a blessin'\n  After all of the rain and the lessons\n  Promoters, they pay for my entrance\n  These people, they pay for a sentence\n  Robbed the plug, never meant it\n  My biggest mistake, I left it\n\n  Grew up with my mum (mum)\n  Used to see my dad a bit (a bit)\n  'Til I started movin' so dumb\n  He couldn't even manage it\n  I was 14 and I was missin' like Madeleine\n  Stealin' phones, chippin' in with my niggas for cannabis\n  I quit school for the bangin' strip\n  But let's go back a bit\n\n  Mum moved me out of London when I was like ten\n  But I was the same out there, I was badder again\n  So by 13, we was back in the ends (we're back)\n  But bringin' me back to that shitty estate\n  Was probably my mum's biggest mistake\n  But she never grew up or lived in this place\n  Met my dad here, thinks the city is great\n\n  Biggest mistake, this ain't no city your kids wanna play\n  I'm from where, real young, you make killers as mates\n  That's maximum profit on minimum wage\n  Now I'm a star, they won't give me no space\n  Bad bitch with an innocent face\n  Why you broke? There's a million ways\n  Got my knife every day 'cause I'm still in my ways\n\n  Yo, this rap weren't never the plan\n  I'm cool but never a fan (never)\n  Not havin' money don't make no one less of a man\n  But you need money to be the best that you can\n  If I go broke, I'll go rest in the can\n  Bump into opps and I'm reppin' the gang\n  Young little teenagers steppin' for man\n  That man ain't got no bodies but reckon they're bad (How?)\n\n  Feds on my back\n  They think I'm the head of the gang\n  Couple G's on the road\n  Got the rest of the bros in the can (free 'em)\n  Couple hundred in drug P's\n  Put the rest of the P's in the bank (put that away)\n  Kilos of petrol up in the bando and the rest in my tank, yo\n\n  We got it, there's no wrestlin', man\n  Who's gonna wrestle with man? (Who?)\n  She said I'm out here fuckin' everybody\n  Who's gonna settle with that? (Hmm?)\n  Cookin' tuna in my cell\n  Used to use kettles for that\n  Since I ran up half a million, pussy, I never been better\n\n  We been livin' a way, fly out the cunch, give it away\n  Next thing you know, the phone's on the drib in a day\n  That's how I done it, it's really the way\n  I shot the glass from whippin' the yay\n  Lost it, was my biggest mistake\n  Gave Delma some food, he went missin' away\n  He must've thought up in the prison he safe\n\n  Biggest mistake\n  My niggas ran in the cell and slit in his face (gang)\n  This ain't rap, it's really the case\n  Revenge is so sweet, it's really the taste\n  Everyone knows me, the feelin' is strange (strange)\n  Dark tint when I chill in the Range (Range)\n  Bro got locked, years in the cage\n  Every day's the same, so I give him a change\n\n  Yo, I worked so hard to be real\n  But them lies that they make ain't harmin' me, still (never)\n  Got a yout' strapped up in the party to kill\n  He knows make his own way home if he's barkin' it still\n  My army is real\n  20 years if he pleads, that's hardly a deal\n  Man, it's awkward now\n  I don't even know what we should talk about\n\n  You must be havin' weird dreams of walkin' out (ah)\n  You don't need kebab shops for no quarter pounds\n  Just phone Little Capo, he'll sort you out\n  My niggas ride, don't talk it out\n  Hanger in the pot, fork it out\n  Used to have to stay at my shorty's house\n  Now my left wrist is a mortgage house\n\n  You know what's funny as well? (What?)\n  Before I met Santan Dave\n  I met his brother in jail\n  I never knew and his brother didn't tell (for real?)\n  Who would've thought me and his brother would sell?\n  Number one in the charts\n  I used to be number one in the dark, dark\n\n  Doubtin' myself was my biggest mistake\n  Trustin' someone was also my biggest mistake\n  We started as dargs, but he finished a snake\n  Can't run 'round there to slither away\n  I'm into money, ain't into debates\n  With my knife on, watch niggas deflate\n  The quicker I leave, the bigger the chase\n  So girl, don't play, give a nigga your face\n\n  I paid my lawyer, I'm winnin' the case\n  Feds took 50, still had a grin on my face (huh)\n  Percs, I got dribs in the safe\n  Think I'm out with all the shit that I made\n  Give a nigga a break\n  Every dog has his day, but it isn't today (nah)\n  Free my dargs that's still locked in the cage\n  Reminiscin' on their biggest mistake (the biggest)\n\n  I still remember the first wetting\n  Filled up with hype and adrenaline\n  Gave the yout' a little leggin'\n  Next time was a face shot, progression\n  My youngin got life, stressin'\n  Wonderin' if we'll forget him\n  Back then for six racks, get 'em\n  Now times that by ten just for renting\n\n  It ain't 'bout the start, it's the endin'\n  It ain't 'bout your heart, it's the weapon\n  This music just came as a blessin'\n  After all of the rain and the lessons\n  Promoters, they pay for my entrance\n  These people, they pay for a sentence\n  Robbed the plug, never meant it\n  My biggest mistake, I left it\n\n  Can money buy happiness?\n  No, money can't buy happiness\n  But it can contribute towards gettin' happiness\n  I mean, you can't go into the shop and purchase a bottle of happiness\n  It just doesn't work like that\n  There's not, like, a single thing that you can identify as happiness\n  And say you're gonna have money and get that\n  There's so much more\n"}]