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sweet\nHave you ever picked a rose just to analyse the thorns?\nHave you ever played chess just to sacrifice the pawns?\nI've seen the devil in the flesh and tried to grab him by the horns\nIt's been death after death without having time to mourn\nHave you ever been in hell and given paradise a thought\nAnd felt paralysed when tryna push the man inside forward?\nGrowing up, all my bruddas wanted to be filthy rich\n\nI went legit and got a sanitised fortune\nI got brothers with spare time watching the clocks\n\nI know trappers turned traders watching the stocks\nDumb bitches with smartphones as common as dogs\nI seen them gentrify the ends, demolish the blocks\nAnd then televise events, you can watch from your spot\n\nHard to recognise my friend when he forgot who he was\nI said, \"How can I depend on any part that's been lost?\"\nSee, every night I just repent and pray God isn't gone\nI'm from the bad block, shootings, stabbings, crack spots\nBro and them can't find your team, they'll shoot the mascot\nPussies can't walk in my shoes, man a sasquatch\nYeah, never bet on yourself and hit the jackpot\n\nDrop sixty on jewels, this kettle Cam'ron\n\nIt's already tripled itself, shh\n\nI grew up weird, who was there?\n\nQuestion never gets the truth, you there?\n\nTalking in the station wasn't cool, unless it's Cool FM\nTalking 'bout the flavours, déjà vu cah when the call just there\nWho knew that all this pain up in one room would make us fortuneers?\n\nSo many artists, backs to walls, it's like the Louvre in here\nYou can swim or you can snorkel here\n\nSinking ain't an option 'round this ruthless sphere\n\nThey grew up square\nIf you knock their turkey teeth out, bet their lawyers want a souvenir\n\nI got some readies in my pocket\nWord to Daniel Compton, got some skellies in my closet\n\nBetween telly and the touring, all you smell on me is profit\nThe only thing we're promised is we'll end up in a coffin\nHope you stood for something or fall for everything\nJustin, I just didn't stop, freeze if I ain't blessing it\nBut the cred's legit, woo-ha, that's the vibes\n\nGot you all in check like I was Busta in his prime\nShooters dem on deck but I ain't Puffy in these shines\nMan are looping off your necklace\n'Less you tucking all those diamonds\nSurvivor's guilt, I didn't learn 'bout the Bible still\nBut I know the big man up there blessing me, but time's a snitch\n'Cause eventually, time will tell, protect legacy\n\nWorth a couple quid so I can comfortably decline\nAny sellout offers 'cause these companies be trying me\n\nJust buried Nanny, held a shovel, it was tiring\n\nWitnessed my mother being due, a weeping irises\nBecame a father after Nana closed her eyelids\n\nTwelve days before my son, they didn't meet\n\nAfter my MOBO speech, I went to watch her asleep\n\nOne day, we'll duppy a white, pour out beverage\nBubba, look in the sky, that's where heaven is\n\nDear Sky, why you take long to reply to my messages?\nAll this teenager shit got you moving insensitive\nYeah, they say I'm in my feels, she's my sanity therapist\nBut until you have a daughter, you won't understand anything\nEveryone can run the game from on the side of the pitch\n\nNiggas tryna call the shots, I get you shot for a drink\nIf it's a dog-eat-dog world, I'm on some Doberman shit\nI go realer on you apes and put my hand on you chimps\nYou ever seen badness in the form of a gift?\nA man will give a man a box so he can rob him for it\n\nThe word 'jingles' made me know what being talented is\nNow man are getting paperwork to make it work in their favour\nI'm out the game, it ain't about all of the times that I got to play\nThe real win was having the freedom to start again\nThe business is in profit and Green Machine is the name\nI'm selling weed over the counter, I'm shotting ounces again\n\nAh, full circle, I ain't blaming shit on my race, we can all hurdle\nWent from being underground in my shell like a small turtle\nNow I'm Michelangelo and I'm painting 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I know you cringe when I make out like you weren't there\n[00:43.36] Like I only ever saw you Christmases and New Year\n[00:46.37] Men will be men, what I witness ain't too rare\n[00:49.07] You're still my nigga if you care, yeah\n[00:51.73] Granny probably watching over me in disbelief\n[00:54.40] Disappointed in me every time she see me, hmm\n[00:57.43] You know the saying: practice makes perfect\n[00:59.70] Well, I'll be perfect if I practice what I preached\n[01:02.82] It was a lack of TLC that made me creep\n[01:05.53] It was a sister with a voice that made me weak\n[01:08.35] It was a child, a destiny who made me free\n[01:10.94] Nah, I couldn't stop the sugar babes, it made me sweet\n[01:13.42] Have you ever picked a rose just to analyse the thorns?\n[01:16.16] Have you ever played chess just to sacrifice the pawns?\n[01:18.89] I've seen the devil in the flesh and tried to grab him by the horns\n[01:21.57] It's been death after death without having time to mourn\n[01:24.49] Have you ever been in hell and given paradise a thought\n[01:26.97] And felt paralysed when tryna push the man inside forward?\n[01:30.25] Growing up, all my bruddas wanted to be filthy rich\n[01:33.28] I went legit and got a sanitised fortune\n[01:35.44] I got brothers with spare time watching the clocks\n[01:38.12] I know trappers turned traders watching the stocks\n[01:40.92] Dumb bitches with smartphones as common as dogs\n[01:43.68] I seen them gentrify the ends, demolish the blocks\n[01:46.27] And then televise events, you can watch from your spot\n[01:49.14] Hard to recognise my friend when he forgot who he was\n[01:51.96] I said, \"How can I depend on any part that's been lost?\"\n[01:54.55] See, every night I just repent and pray God isn't gone\n[01:57.34] I'm from the bad block, shootings, stabbings, crack spots\n[02:00.60] Bro and them can't find your team, they'll shoot the mascot\n[02:03.36] Pussies can't walk in my shoes, man a sasquatch\n[02:06.01] Yeah, never bet on yourself and hit the jackpot\n[02:08.98] Drop sixty on jewels, this kettle Cam'ron\n[02:11.83] It's already tripled itself, shh\n[02:13.68] I grew up weird, who was there?\n[02:15.41] Question never gets the truth, you there?\n[02:17.14] Talking in the station wasn't cool, unless it's Cool FM\n[02:19.93] Talking 'bout the flavours, déjà vu cah when the call just there\n[02:22.51] Who knew that all this pain up in one room would make us fortuneers?\n[02:25.67] So many artists, backs to walls, it's like the Louvre in here\n[02:28.66] You can swim or you can snorkel here\n[02:30.25] Sinking ain't an option 'round this ruthless sphere\n[02:32.51] They grew up square\n[02:33.47] If you knock their turkey teeth out, bet their lawyers want a souvenir\n[02:36.62] I got some readies in my pocket\n[02:38.59] Word to Daniel Compton, got some skellies in my closet\n[02:40.93] Between telly and the touring, all you smell on me is profit\n[02:43.92] The only thing we're promised is we'll end up in a coffin\n[02:46.37] Hope you stood for something or fall for everything\n[02:49.09] Justin, I just didn't stop, freeze if I ain't blessing it\n[02:51.50] But the cred's legit, woo-ha, that's the vibes\n[02:54.31] Got you all in check like I was Busta in his prime\n[02:57.02] Shooters dem on deck but I ain't Puffy in these shines\n[02:59.62] Man are looping off your necklace\n[03:00.80] 'Less you tucking all those diamonds\n[03:02.59] Survivor's guilt, I didn't learn 'bout the Bible still\n[03:05.96] But I know the big man up there blessing me, but time's a snitch\n[03:09.36] 'Cause eventually, time will tell, protect legacy\n[03:12.34] Worth a couple quid so I can comfortably decline\n[03:15.01] Any sellout offers 'cause these companies be trying me\n[03:18.17] Just buried Nanny, held a shovel, it was tiring\n[03:20.71] Witnessed my mother being due, a weeping irises\n[03:23.62] Became a father after Nana closed her eyelids\n[03:26.54] Twelve days before my son, they didn't meet\n[03:29.04] After my MOBO speech, I went to watch her asleep\n[03:31.91] One day, we'll duppy a white, pour out beverage\n[03:34.75] Bubba, look in the sky, that's where heaven is\n[03:37.68] Dear Sky, why you take long to reply to my messages?\n[03:40.13] All this teenager shit got you moving insensitive\n[03:42.96] Yeah, they say I'm in my feels, she's my sanity therapist\n[03:45.75] But until you have a daughter, you won't understand anything\n[03:48.59] Everyone can run the game from on the side of the pitch\n[03:51.32] Niggas tryna call the shots, I get you shot for a drink\n[03:53.96] If it's a dog-eat-dog world, I'm on some Doberman shit\n[03:56.77] I go realer on you apes and put my hand on you chimps\n[03:59.85] You ever seen badness in the form of a gift?\n[04:02.26] A man will give a man a box so he can rob him for it\n[04:05.00] The word 'jingles' made me know what being talented is\n[04:07.77] Now man are getting paperwork to make it work in their favour\n[04:10.43] I'm out the game, it ain't about all of the times that I got to play\n[04:14.20] The real win was having the freedom to start again\n[04:17.07] The business is in profit and Green Machine is the name\n[04:19.36] I'm selling weed over the counter, I'm shotting ounces again\n[04:22.42] Ah, full circle, I ain't blaming shit on my race, we can all hurdle\n[04:26.30] Went from being underground in my shell like a small turtle\n[04:29.15] Now I'm Michelangelo and I'm painting the colour purple\n[04:32.21] My reign can make my mother retire, but that's a job in itself\n[04:35.37] She rather work herself to death than let me give her the world\n[04:38.11] Already saw the woman king, watching you father the girls\n[04:40.96] So as long as I'm your prince, I give you diamonds and pearls\n[04:43.49] The Bible itself, there's nothing in my life I withheld\n[04:46.39] They living for the Queen's head but wouldn't die for the tails\n[04:49.17] I'm giving all my team bread, forgot a slice for 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