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My life ain't never seen no freelo
Still fit inside my smoking trees though
My brothers showed me 'bout them kilos
I taught myself to push them keys though
Now they know
My life ain't never seen no freelo
Still fit inside my smoking trees though
My brothers showed me 'bout them kilos
I taught myself to push them keys though
Now they know
My life ain't never seen no freelo
Never been handed out nothing
Since young I been on job tryna make nice figures
Them coming
Yeah, some them cola bottles got running
But them times were pulling strings
They was on the swings, I wasn't playing but nothing
Yeah, my pops showed me 'bout strumming
Now it's taking shape, 'cause I'm making cake
Bust through the streets, so why running?
My brothers served the fiends, them not coming
And I'm on the block, some seen shots
Except there's no net, like the Wi-Fi's bugging
Might go overheads
Seen shit overdread and it was over bread
Hungry dogs tryna get overfed
Seen a man leave a man over dead and it was over zeds
I seen it over sket, real talk, even seen it over creps
So watch where you step, car with a dark bike, can't go to vets
I'm saying, the love for the money is meant
No dogs from your backyard, no offence
Take everything and then y'all for the pence
To you it's senseless, but for them it makes sense
One notorious stone from my hood
Said I saw you on TV, that's good young T
But all up, never know, might bust next month
My life ain't never seen no freelo
Still feeding time while smoking trees though
My brothers showed me 'bout them kilos
I taught myself to push them keys though
Now they know, my life ain't never seen no freelo
Still feeding time while smoking trees though
My brothers showed me 'bout them kilos
I taught myself to push them keys though
Now they know, my life ain't never seen no freelo
Mum said you gotta work ten times harder
You been taking the same test son, so you gotta be ten times smarter
You'll be running uphill day one, still expected in the same place after
Must believe in yourself even though just for that they will make you a martyr
The world ain't fair and that's facts
Money's more time where the power was at
No who's controlling, now access to that
So why it's easier to trap at the flats
Getting stacks out of cats that ain't got nine lives
Swear they wouldn't know how I got my ride
Swear they can't cope from the scars I reside
Double check my ticket 'fore they let me inside
But I'd rather been used to that, trust me and that's sad
Knowing that your problems ain't done after you get dough is mad
Knowing if you see success and more that they wanna put you in a bag
Knowing that you're one encounter away from the next hashtag what what
But I'm supposed to act civilised when
More time they can't look at me with civil eyes and
The world away in a split second I would ride but
Can't see that I'm a product of my environment
I'd rather got PTSD, ironic what helps is prayer and treason
Stacking dough 'cause it puts me at ease
No surprise then that I've
Never seen no freelo
Still feeding sound while smoking trees though
My brothers showed me 'bout them kilos
I taught myself to push them keys though
Now they know my life ain't never seen no freelo
Still feeding sound while smoking trees though
My brothers showed me 'bout them kilos
I taught myself to push them keys though
Now they know my life ain't never seen no freelo
