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hoods hottest - kenzo str8drop lyrics

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[verse]
hood politics at nans
i know she doesn’t need the stress
no bullet holes could pressure me to leave my nans address
before i pull up i’m checkin’ every whip and do that sh*t again
and do that sh*t again can’t have my mumsy laying me to rest
school days was never in the class to get my a’s and b’s
i fly class a’s, p*ssin’ on my teachers salary
sh*t went slow, i couldn’t chill
i had to grab my lift
f*ck a id parade i could get nicked off a youtube vid
they say i kick it with that rat mace, talks cheap
meekz got robbed, ran to me
mace got robbed, ran to me
kenzo got robbed, that could never be
look i don’t leave my crib without the ting on reach
man are trying to compare me to meekz cos of the ski mask sh*t
i gotta cover up my face cos i still beat down bricks
lost 10 bands, i made it back g only off one whip
it’s a wrap if the plug knew i rapped he would drop man quick
straight cash, rubber bands
i don’t take that sh*t on [?]
straight drop
i ain’t putting in no magic when i’m washing
32 for the top
17 for the bottom
if i’m not chasing the bag i’m runnin’ man down with my cutter
days i couldn’t stack prof
thought it was a bad wash but really food was stamped on
0 tolerance for plugs
1 f*ck up gets you robbed
and i ain’t on no petty sh*t, ain’t tryna run off with one job
takes a sec to call it on
still i barricade the door at least a nina in the crib
way i break it into 4’s, i think i’m nina on the strip
cash convert your straps as long as laces come with it
n*ggas spendin’ racks on gucci better bulletproof that drip
round cats like sabrina
20 bands in pebs
ain’t your regular dealer ain’t no skengs on peds, it’s waps in 2 litres
i ain’t fl!ckin’ ot, cats in ends show me love
i’ve got beef up north
i’ve got beef down south
if i mention his name it’s real life not clout
i can’t drive past my opp
on my life i hop out
i might have love for digz still spray through the crowd
said i weren’t spendin’ stupid money on no wristwear
but i spent 50 on my rose gold root beer
had rap money before rap
now i’m tryna clean it
sick of all these dirty rubber bands
droppin’ missions on my jones
could be sticky but it jammed
heard he’s talkin’ to the pork but over here that sh*ts haram
i could get a brick and work
f*ck that bridge i burn it down
cos when i pebble that sh*t up that’s 70 i’m puttin’ down
i ain’t payin’ for no food that don’t lock when i drop it
breaking buj into dust
add a touch if i’m honest, it still runs clean
stop letting gaz test the swag cos he’s too picky
if he says it’s fire then it must be
your phones dead it need jump leads
you see a quid and get comfy that’s a dead trap
rule number 1, never show em where your bread’s stacked
if you see qways curled up that’s a dead rat
i’ve got beef up north
i’ve got beef down south
i’ve been buying big stocks
i don’t see no drought
rappin’ with his chain on
tell me where’s that chain now?
i was up before the l!ck
i can say i’m paid now

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