[Intro]
Yeah
Uh, uh, bet
Cool
Nigga I come from
North, North Weezy, North Weezy, North Weezy, N7, NW1, Cool
[Verse]
Nigga I come from, N7, NW1
Mums moved me out the sticks to, moved me LU1
Surrounding myself with nigga's who live and die by the gun
Live and die by the shanks
Talk shit get bun
Talk shit get spun
If you move Fooly
On the blocka posted with niggas that move unruly
Bagging up at a white tings yard, look like Me Julie
Tryna mask the smell of Sinsemilla with Patchouli
Moving four Zeds in one hour the plug reward me
I just moved like five more before the nigga caught me
Making music in thе trap, nobody want support me
I kept the woosh up in my bag that's why nobody taught mе
Outser make skrilla
Mumsy call me back home for dinner
Smell my backpack she moving inner
She understand her son gon' be a winner
But I been in bed poppin' on Xans listening to Tiller, like Bryson
Riding round' in a dinger with no license
Jugging outside Mickey D's looking out for Trident
Still saying fuck feds & Trident
Dual-Sim trap phone, both of the SIMS are Lyca
Two appliances in my sock, one dark and lighter
Nitty bring me coins but shit add up to a fiver
Blonde ting sniff the yay like Michelle Pfeiffer
Make her hold a pack and a shank but i won't wife her
YG moved up on the block, serving TT light in his sock
Serving TT bud up on the block
On the strip look out for opps
On the strip look out for cops, they put my nigga's all up in a box
Then kick em' out say "Get a job"
But it's too hard outside, that's why my nigga shots
No it's not, calm outside, that's why my nigga shots
But don't lose the recipe before you lose the plot
My OG sold me recipes and I just used the plot
Now it's OT settings, I'm abusing pots
Told bro close them blinds and don't look at the clock
Cuz' we're not leaving this fucker till we're sold and gone
Got shanked and now he's gone
It's fucked up, but now he's gone
I remember he said, remind me where you're from
He was peeping on my shit, he was peeping on my songs
He said remind them nigga's where you're really from
N7, NW1 that's where I'm really from
I was sleeping in tents with punks where I'm really from
Kept the shank at my old bitch crib, that what i was on
She said I pissed her off and I should stick to making songs
She said I pissed her off when I was poppin' Xannies strong
PTSD why I'm always poppin' hella strong
I don't talk to my pops, sucks we don't get along
Hope he hears my songs and realizes he raised a don
Real don dada, real top shotter
Teddy Bruckshot with the shotta
Shotgun pumpy, fuck around leave him up stumpy
Weed coming in packs like gumby
Polish connect bringing in the shit
Polish connect bald he look like Humpty Dumpty
Moving brick just like, Pitbull puppies
Kway back then brother, I was so hungry
Facts
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