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watch my back - k2 (uk) lyrics

[verse 1 * k2]
every day’s a hustle, tryna make it count
always re*ing up, i hardly ever see a drought
and all i talk is hustle, yeah that’s what my life’s about
i’ve got them packs coming in and then they’re flying out
all i ever knew was go and buy and sell
and i still be on the roads, forget my clientele
it’s hand*to*hand, i’m giving samples with my digits out
i take a little loss like “f*ck it, i’ma give some out”
i’ve got my youngers on the runaround
come a long way, a young’un tryna stack a pound
this is all i knew, i had to learn myself
no silver spoon sh*t, had n0body’s help
and when i first went to bag i had n0body’s help
thеm wraps looking thick, i took a little loss as well
had them cats coming back, truе they love the size
three digit scale, nought two five
[hook * k2]
i’ve got the maaveh on my ass
money on my mind, hustle for that cash
paranoia mind, always watch my back
got you then i got you, you don’t need to ask
i’ve got the maaveh on my ass
money on my mind, hustle for that cash
paranoia mind, always watch my back
got you then i got you, you don’t need to ask

[verse 2 * lemz]
before i got my stacks up
i remember wrapping up smack every day, now my back’s f*cked
a couple kitties tried to act up
anytime i seen a fake note they got smacked up
handing out pictures like a jail letter
went jail but i didn’t get bail never
i started selling point food
i had to make sure it’s two decimal places when my scales measure
i learned to cut the caine better
cah the cats wanted rocks like a diamond
then i started getting money like mayweather
so i got a box like i’m tyson
came from the dirt so i sell dirt
never had a pot to p*ss, now i sell birds
i was in the trap before words like bando
in the bin i moved work from a zanco
it’s the hustlers season
runners always coming up short so they must be stealing
the game got me paranoid
all my neighbours wanna judge me for selling drugs
like i had a choice
they don’t know my struggle, they don’t know the pain
can’t knock the hustle, look at all my chains
i don’t just sell food darg, i rob dons
anything i can just to get paid
i came up off a samsung
fake friends never wanna help so now i blank ’em
as i said bro i don’t just sell food
probably kidnap your b*tch for a ransom
see through a hater like a window
and i hit numbers like bingo
i’m a t*r*a*p*s*t*a*r
but i’m tryna be more like escobar
[hook * k2]
i’ve got the maaveh on my ass
money on my mind, hustle for that cash
paranoia mind, always watch my back
got you then i got you, you don’t need to ask
i’ve got the maaveh on my ass
money on my mind, hustle for that cash
paranoia mind, always watch my back
got you then i got you, you don’t need to ask

- k2 uk lyrics

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