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the ctrl room - tiny boost lyrics

[verse]
neck deep in this sh*t, i can’t really be hands off
i don’t do stare downs or standoffs
suttin getting aired out or banged off
and by the time i leave the game, they gon’ think i did a bank job
come on fam, who else you gon’ bank on?
this baddie got a back so you ain’t even gotta ask where my hands was
i popped the cork on the champs then she knew what the plan was
remember running from the law, flying off, i had to hand drop
i turned my two*piece meal into a marinated lamb chop
i told bro “i need to flex, bring the lamb truck”
and from a boy i went and met the street world
and started slanging that tapanga
and i was standing on the block dreaming bout a rwanda
i’m chopping soya with the af’s, i wash it down with a fanta
i’m genocide on the mic like hotel rwanda
i treat the dinger like a nascar
jump out, i’m coming at you like cleopatra
bad boy like martin, never been an actor
we gon’ take your crop down, we don’t need no tractor
just fill the black bags up
see i was meant to take my l’s, i don’t know about no bad luck
i’m with the bad guys, you with the guys that got badded up
we fix roofs if they ask us what the ladders for
i treat my new ting like one that we had before
i’m with the pitbulls, you’re moving more labrador
i’m smoking out the pound, they got me more paranoid
i had to get it out the ground and never had a choice
opened up the bag of chips, now the b*tch wan’ cat for the saveloy
ain’t nuttin in the other bag but a bag of noise
see them man have never had a voice
and now they’re barking orders
front line, i ain’t running, i’m just marching forward
your line hardly running, fiends barely calling
they get around these hoes and they start performing
they gon’ get their little motion and they start stalling
i start my day with a mocha, that’s a classy morning
even when i was broke, i was slyly saucing
f*cking up sh*t, these n*ggas can’t ignore me
they don’t even know half my story
i ain’t even seen half the glory
for all the guts that i gave out
all the mugshots we pray on, hoping that they never pick our face out
all them homes that we staked out
just so we can knock your brains out
i might buy a pen and pad just so i can write the pain down
they hear the thunder in my voice, let it rain down
and i don’t care if you get down or lay down
i suggest that you stay down
and i’m pressing on them keys like i’m ray charles
he was stood behind his boy and he got hit with the same round
we don’t run with the same crowd
cause i got hittas overseas that gon’ jump on that plane now

- tiny boost lyrics

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