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give it all - caps (uk) lyrics

[verse]
where do i begin?
i know i ain’t forgiven for my sins
mum got a drug dealer for a kid
i wouldn’t wish that on my kid
why i put my love in these quids?
now it feels like my heart’s bout to rip
never got a wink last night
thinking bout my cat who took his last pipe
it’s kinda peak cah it’s my trap line, now his heart’s flatlined
and it’s od and it’s cause of me
how the f*ck my guy switch up over a wh0re?
and start catting like a fiend, like i owe him a score
how the f*ck my guy switch up over some notes?
and start moving like a snake, like voldemort
how dare my cousin ask for a handout?
when he never spoke up when i’m beefing in my nan’s house
how dare my auntie ask for a bag now?
she left me abandoned, i remind her of my dad now
can’t believe i got robbed and half the hood’s gassed
should’ve known they were fake, the way they’re shaking my hand
but i don’t need no hand when i’m breaking a slab
so don’t put out your hand, i ain’t giving out bands
if you’re ever wondering if the trap life’s really worth it
it ain’t picture perfect, more like picture burning
use your right hand, now you’ve gotta f*cking burn him
yeah you’ve gotta f*cking burn him
cause first time mistake, second time choice
you caught him again, now you ain’t got a choice
i was robbing phones when man were rocking cruyff
that’s ten years ago, now i’m sitting in a royce
in a moncler coat but my heart’s still freezing
cause i’m missing my salat, that’s the reason
should be grateful that my heart’s still beating
cause the kids in yemen are screaming
no food, no shelter, no light
while i’m bagging up dark with my light
i’ve got crack on my knife, i’m paid off of crime
now i know why, why it don’t feel right
rap’s working now so i’m sinning in public
like they didn’t know my sins when i was serving the public
on the phone to the cat, “come where the pub is”
deep down i’m thinking “man i hope he ain’t undies”
bro put it in a barrel and slapped the trigger
that’s a fourteen year bird that they slapped my hitter
high*risk bang*up, using kettles for dinner
life’s gon’ break you when you’ve got the heart of a winner
feds found my stash man, i can’t deal my grub
and then they boomed my yard man, i can’t be my drum
in court they’re reading out my drug charges
and mum teared up like “that can’t be my son”
about to change my life cah music’s winning
i used to serve fiends until my trainers were ripping
now that’s me on the speaker, sh*t i’m always spinning
shout out to my fans who gave me a pot to p*ss in

- caps uk lyrics

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