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the hotspot - size (uk) lyrics

[intro]
you are now locked into pacman tv

[verse]
where do i start with my story? (tell)
010 my n*gga dead up in a mortuary (gone)
08, 09, chilling on the frontline
then i got an asbo from the one time (f*ck ’em)
i remember we used to pedal to the opp block (where were they?)
p*ssed off ’cause we couldn’t see one guy
we kept it real when it was crunch time (for real)
skip to 011, sitting in the cell while the sun shines
feds tryna give me ipp for a 19 (joke ting)
talking ’bout possession with endanger life
tryna turn me to a lifer, and i ain’t take a life
my closer homie turned to drugs, started taking light (p*ss)
i’m just trapping, day and night
tryna get this paper right (get it in)
and i still love the narm, if i put the hate aside
but everyone split banging on different sides (f*ck ’em)
and i don’t trust a soul, why you think the smith got 6 inside? (got it in)
then i think about zeph, 10 summers (free zeddy), that he’s had to sit inside
and i know that he good
and i was on crud from the day that i booked (early)
i’m the type to set it on a n*gga looked just for looking
for years they had me in the kettle cooking (cooking)
[?] just incase the guns looking
on the tek and i’m still getting buj in (packing)
for the mad load, the hustle don’t stop
man them n*ggas there ain’t got a backbone (scared)
my n*gga still the plug even though they sent him back home
he just chilling on the beach getting packs sold
sipping on a mango
too much fake n*ggas
i roll on my jack jones (by myself)
where was they when i was in shackles? like django (where?)
then i came home, my plug gave me too doors, like a lambo
i never looked back
’cause i remember my mummy looking back up in the gallery
i had grub up in the yard
i know that she was mad with me
but she still had love for me
and it hurt that i had to tell my daughter that i gotta ride another three (joke ting)
feds called probation, told them that i’m back at it (lies)
i know they’re praying that they find me with a strap or a crack packet (never that)
but i came a long way from the crack addicts (long way)
now i got a cally pattern
i ain’t spending less than 50 when i walk in hatton (believe it)
free the guys still on the landing, waiting on a handing
still tryna get packs in

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