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levels freestyle - silky lyrics

[verse 1: silky]
all my strugglers out on the graft
keep it lit, keep going in hard
if you sure know you coppin’ or you’re running in yards
stay point and make sure that you last
all my young grafters keep doin’ what you do
i remember i was just like you
i used to sell drugs or weed just so i could buy food
i had to save for a new pair of shoes
all the trappers out breaking down whole ones
ram raiders out in the shoguns
ones that put trackers on the cars if they grow ??
or the ones that send a text to make it go fast
or the ones that don’t wait for him to go to bed
broad daylight grafters on mopeds
sledghammer through the window, a rolex
and then cut through the traffic while they smoke feds
me, i been there done it all, bought drugs sharm el
grow yards, robbed ’em all, police cars lost ’em all
intimidate witnesses while armed police were at their bedside while they were still in hospital
still on that ram you with a jeep sh*t
four litre petrol v6
ballied up gloves on, manbag machinin’
can’t talk about half the wars we been in
cause that sh*t gets remanded
but i wonder, can somebody ask him
did they remember that time my man drove up on their side with that sawn off shotgun and blasted?
i said my brothers don’t dance we just make them guns blastin’
threw the glock away
now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
member of an organized crime gang
we don’t wait for beef to buy straps
drivin’ through, hold up, pull over there’s my man
gang sh*t givin’ more than a right hand
cause one ?? ain’t on the table
so only beef with us if you’re able
if i don’t catch you then one of my mates will
if the blade don’t drop you then the twelve gauge will
so keep running your mouths kid
we’ll put lorries through houses
live in dublin ?? are scousers
tell these fake gangsters pull up their trousers
white boy calm down differen’t with it
no face, man bag got a spliff in it
rs4 be on missions in it
i went to school with my boy, went to prison with him
so don’t try me i’m not in the mood, i still kick down doors with my italian shoes
nah cuzzy that won’t be a good move, we put more animals in hoods than canada goose
so what you saying my boy what you telling me?
pups trying to bark they ain’t got no pedigree
we got peaky blinders on them enemies
ram ’em off the road in a cherokee
imma show you we the men round here, we keep it real don’t pretend round here
we’re all family not friends round here, we stand together till the end round here
[verse 2: silky]
‘member we was in beef
till we had no energy
imagine if we had no enemies
nah, that’s probably boring but if we put out all our beef there’d be n0body to war with
so who shot ya? who pulled up in that car, who got ya?
who wound down that window, who dropped ya?
think twice next time you walk your dog bruv
my ambitions as a ridah’
i heard than 12 gauge nearly took your life cuz
and that 410 lookin’ all pirate
god forbid we ever end up being lifers
they ain’t hard like us, put in graft like us
they ain’t never had to take a petrol bath like us
ain’t smart like us, ain’t got heart like us
that’s why they can’t laugh like us (haha)
99 problems but a b*tch ain’t one
till the police bought sniffer dogs to raid my drum
stress watchin’ it sniffin’ where i buried the gun
but it was vacuum packed, told the feds suck his mum
they ain’t gang like me, got straps like me
they ain’t got tps and land packs like me
spent years in the trap or sold crack like me
can’t make a ?? 300 man like me
and these drug trollies spanish, my skin fade’s kurdish
these hand things are russian and my t**th are turkish
my driver’s polish, i just pray they don’t search him
and i get in marbella for just over 30s
broke days when i was bankrupt
had me running and screaming out “hands up”
and i know most these boys can’t stand us but the .38 hammer make a man remember manners
shout everybody that laughed at me
all the police and cps that threw a charge at me
the magistrated and judges that remanded me
and all the probation officers that made it hard for me
all the girls that played me, all the friends that snaked me
all the ones that lied to my face and betrayed me
every runner that i gave work and never repayed me
thank you, you’re all the ones that made me
(now) now got the whole country feeling me
now i got my old ex’s missing me
(now) now i got a gang like the military
(that’s why) that’s why they don’t want me in the industry
cause they know i come with travellers
turn the mobos to a scene out of sn*tch cuz
come with c*ckneys and irish gangsters
got the industry feeling all anxious
and my hoodie looking bape my g
got sweets if you wanna get a taste my g
c*ck it back and make it shake my g
i do that and dodge hmp
may the lord have mercy on ’em
cause we won’t
find ’em and light em up like a weed grow
keep a thing tight with us wherever we go
we got the weed ?? if you ever need ??
these fakes claim to be winners
probably still make their girl pay for the dinners
claim to be real but quick to turn to a witness
they all got gangster mouths but 999 fingers
i ain’t the same as these fools
they don’t know the game or the rules
they think you got to be rich to be cool
you got money, you think the guys you’re with are with you?
they act gang but their boys in the grave
and still ain’t got revenge for his name
so you’re a baller? why you claim legal aid?
i call my pack like ariana, every day’s a grande

- silky lyrics

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