For every blunt dats burnt another lesson is learnt
des streets keep my eyes open and my senses alert
everyday i turn on da news somebody got merked
i keep my emotions medicated off of light green and purp
my eyes redder then pyru flags,my heads in the moon
i run wit cutthoats who known to hit as hard as typoons
crazy as 4 baboons in a cage locked up for months
in my british voice all of my haters are really ****s
i dont perform stunts i stay in my lane.im always me
everyday i pray that i can change,but obviously
these streets is like a blackhole,it just wont let go
des streets will leave you battered and bruised stuck in da ghetto
des streets keep my eyes open and my senses alert
everyday i turn on da news somebody got merked
i keep my emotions medicated off of light green and purp
my eyes redder then pyru flags,my heads in the moon
i run wit cutthoats who known to hit as hard as typoons
crazy as 4 baboons in a cage locked up for months
in my british voice all of my haters are really ****s
i dont perform stunts i stay in my lane.im always me
everyday i pray that i can change,but obviously
these streets is like a blackhole,it just wont let go
des streets will leave you battered and bruised stuck in da ghetto
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