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Prison

 

Prison

(álbum: Rise Above Hate - 2020)


Ghosty
Mmhmm
The Trident keep booting my drum in
I'm going to trial, it's all or nothing
Blacked out cars and we leave no trails
Buck into us, of course they're running
Buck into us, of course they're running

See my life on the block's like living in hell (Hell, hell)
I'm beefing olders to young G's
Creep on my block and you might get shelled
You won't know who done the unknown shooting
Why? 'Cah my strip don't tell
Blacked out cars and we leave no trails
Nine gang lurk in the night, no girl
Knives or bruck back sawn with bells
If I'm in the bando then I brought my scales
Pyrex whip, tell my young t'ug split them bits
Boy wonder go lick them sales
My opp boys trap, then chit and tell
(You didn't) You didn't wanna breach that bail (Wasteman)
(I was) I was in the trap with my bros
You was in a hotel tryna beat that gyal
My Rambo knife's gonna ching man well
Look, we buss cases
All my opp boys get clocked when they bop, oh well
Chuck him in the back bro, let's raise some hell
Turn, turn the ding-dong well (Mmhmm)
I said turn, turn the ding-dong well (Mmhmm)
I said turn, turn the ding-dong well (Mmhmm)

This life of stress, I keep on sinning
I'm in the back of a four door swinging
Anyone slip and we rise and ching him
Me and my brodie step two pokeys
But he got nicked, see, my guy don't listen
Free up my brodies, cuffed by the police
Man, they're missing, they locked in prison (Mmhmm)
This life of stress, I keep on sinning
I'm in the back of a four door swinging
Anyone slip and we rise and ching him
Me and my brodie step two pokeys
But he got nicked, see, my guy don't listen
Free up my brodies, cuffed by the police
Man, they're missing, they locked in prison (Mmhmm)

The Trident keep booting my drum in
I'm going to trial, it's all or nothing
Don't try link shit to me, you're bluffing
Roll up like a spliff and bun him
Buck into us, of course they're running (Whoosh)
Your broski's face got bloodied
Straight to the done him, of course we done it
Couldn't finish the drill 'cah the jakes keep coming
Cheff man up like I'm chopping cabbage
Go another opp block and cause some damage
Damn it, damn, all my paigons vanished
They don't wanna buck us 'cause broski brang it
Lurk in a Corsa see a Corsa savage, bang it
Now I'm in a court case, damn it
When them man on free flow, he got caught, too tragic
Damage, you see my Niners been the baddest

This life of stress, I keep on sinning
I'm in the back of a four door swinging
Anyone slip and we rise and ching him
Me and my brodie step two pokeys
But he got nicked, see, my guy don't listen
Free up my brodies, cuffed by the police
Man, they're missing, they locked in prison (Mmhmm)
This life of stress, I keep on sinning
I'm in the back of a four door swinging
Anyone slip and we rise and ching him
Me and my brodie step two pokeys
But he got nicked, see, my guy don't listen
Free up my brodies, cuffed by the police
Man, they're missing, they locked in prison (Mmhmm)

This life of stress, I keep on sinning
I'm in the back of a four door swinging
Anyone slip and we rise and ching him
Me and my brodie step two pokeys
But he got nicked, see, my guy don't listen
Free up my brodies, cuffed by the police
Man, they're missing, they locked in prison (Mmhmm)
This life of stress, I keep on sinning
I'm in the back of a four door swinging
Anyone slip and we rise and ching him
Me and my brodie step two pokeys
But he got nicked, see, my guy don't listen
Free up my brodies, cuffed by the police
Man, they're missing, they locked in prison (Mmhmm)

Ghosty

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