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fire in the streets - deep green lyrics

[verse]
man down cah i span round
all because the package was a gram down
see i don’t really rave much
find me in the kitchen late night cutting shapes up
creep and i crawl, fiends on my phone
winter grind season, hit the streets in my coat
steady getting paid, never been afraid
look i gamble with my freedom like i’m tryna get a straight
i ain’t trapping o.t. cause i don’t trust that
still might find me in hoods fam, we buss man
i barked it off and i ain’t never seen my snub jam
sweep up these streets n*gga, something like a dustpan
done a couple things that i would never say
my heavy chains both swing like they’re getting laid
pеdal round my block cah i’m getting paid
in my whip doing speeds like i’m getting chasеd
truey jeans, all my pockets are full of p’s
new belts, louis v’s, no double g’s
big packs be looking like some double d’s
tell them kitties “it’s £30 for two of each”
i don’t really sing, call it harmonising
if you think i’m a b*tch then my arms are rising
line’s locked off when my car’s arriving
neutral, no noise, creep up right beside him
maggie and this mary so i’m set nice
straps on deck so my set’s nice
and i don’t give a sh*t about a gym size
fl!ck knife turn your pecs into mince pies
beat off my glock, screech off your block
then it’s back to the bits with my g’s for this guap
no nine*to*five g, i raw grind for mine
i done all types of crime, yeah the streets is my job
then something got dashed, he had a stuck magazine
new burner’s got bodies like a nuts magazine
masked up in april, f*ck halloween
i be tricking off my treats if you’re touching on my scene
before ebay it was admags
before main roads we was driving on them back drags
lost food so i had to do a backtrack
seen it there lying on the floor so i grabbed that
give you my past like a flashback
never had sh*t, i swear to god i had to graft fam
so don’t be ringing my giffgaff with chit*chat
i just got a big batch bro, i need to flip that
i do my own dirt n*gga, f*ck a soldier
i’m fully familiar with this up and over
you get l!cked down like a clay pigeon
no time to say a prayer cah we stay sinning
don’t slip n*gga cah they will slam you
cotched on the block with these rocks, got a handful
imagine all the dubs that i’ve ran through
never been caught yet, for that i’m so thankful
block made me challenging, pops raised a stallion
i be in the kitchen with that wok, ainsley harriott
whip whip, rotate my wrist quick
gen’s got the technique to turn it into benz quick
big shift, trap through the night
spent more than 5p for these bags on my eyes
jibs from the beige, bags from the light
put in overtime cah we bag through the night
i said i’m hot like the oven’s on
i still tell a rudeboy to go suck his mum
stairs always stinking, pipes and them syringes
pops still hinting that uni’s where i should’ve gone
but i be where the fiends are at
never liked school, in this game all i need is maths
i do this for fun, i don’t need to rap
but make sure you take me in cah i’m speaking facts

- deep green lyrics

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