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good mates - remi lyrics

[verse 1: remi kolawole]
ayy
blessed i was never entrenched in street sh*t
rem wasn’t built for the pen or precinct
and when you see that your friends are bold on guns
sold drugs until depression seeps in
then smoked ’til the psychosis from the ice in
light bulbs made their energy switch and see things
see that you could be receiving
a sentence, ‘stead of writing sentences, sipping riesling
but i won’t pretend our foundation was even
i leaned upon my folks while my dead broke homies were cold
had options, they had their mother working at coles
no pops, so she had to do that sh*t on her own
when sh*t gets difficult, desperate individual
will turn criminal if they got the resolve
come by mine, smokin’ on the product they sold
skyrise high, hidden in my humble abode
so many cats i know think it’s dope to be hard
baddest motherf*ckers i know? sweethearts
free from the dees and boxed visits, police cars
still leave ’em short on oxygen when we pass
so see ’em triggered, shot into oblique parts
being chased by helicopters in the kia
junkie shard and bodily harm
all the trauma stored on the memory card
forget it he can’t, because the enemy’s society
stigma from being remanded in the privately
owned prison that made most 70k
off an eight*month stay while their course was delayed
fake mates turned tale when their daughter was caged
was opened by the state, they keep wars in his way
only thing they wanna reform is the taskforce
throw the book at him, too soft to play hardcore
wanna be hardcore
[verse 2: konny kon]
yo
blessed i was never impressed with weak sh*t
your eyes hollow, i made the blind follow
a fine line between crime and time borrowed
that nine*five might bide time, your pride swallowed though
and he’s on the south side of money
i grew up with them looks and them crooks wearin’ ballies
mali passed shops where p pulled his guns out
p made *beep* but i got paid chain his mum’s house
kick the doors in and p learned the hard way
same time i was duckin’ shots on the parkway
old g told me, “you bait, you’s a lookalike”
i was too shook to fight him, two man took my bike
strally in my face, yeah, i was thirteen
tappin’ up mum’s waist just to keep my shirt clean
first time i ever prayed, it wouldn’t be the last (nah)
i saw my mum’s face, i ain’t even asked (them causes)
there’s bad habits in my habitat
ray came home a zombie, no one even had his back
my little bro got sixed, ain’t smile back at no one since
yo, these rules feast as sheep keep hung by their clothes
ptsd in the hood runs diagnosed
lungs full of smoke, livin’ with demons
seen k!llers go thailand, turn spiritual vegans
ghosts visit every night, didn’t give him a fair chance
jesus piece on the beach with prayer hands
runnin’ from karma, drama
cycle continues, another son without a father
yo, the streets don’t live you if life don’t f*ck you
find a couple real ones, you know that i trust you
and we came up, turbulent time, just be thankful we wake up
make mistakes, it’s learnin’ with time though

- remi lyrics

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