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On my grown man, never be caught in a snapback OBEY no hat or backpack You caricatures get laughed at Enter the programme, breakup the landscape I don't mean nothing but hassle I'm a rascal, I am Glasgow Oppression is something, I'm used to Violence, drugs and abuse too Crime is something I could do I know a good few, who might come through Of course there's evil in people When the hand their dealt ain't equal This money is causing us grief mate Cause life don't work for a cheap skate We're on, live in effect A thousand shows, delivered directly In faces of those, who often oppose Or maybe just don't respect me But believe, you can't deny it These kids are causing a riot Like London, or Luton No unlawful methods or shooting though Salute, I'm building it up, just piecing the puzzle, with nothing but hustle and skill Burning the candle at both ends In this industry full of my fake friends SongtexteI live in a bubble, I need cleansed We live in a bubble, that depends on Hashtags, new trends Facebook with like two real friends Thousand people I don't know And there's 15 others I don't like And they follow me cause they want to see, me fall on my face and blow it But its plain to see, this ain't hard for me, I'm not arrogant, I just know it We're based up north, went down south And this shit plays in the States This is hip-hop, and I make that For more than just my mates They're listening now Got them up on their feet I hope that slipped through Like pennies up under the seat But while you search for change We're actually making it happen Ten thousand hours of rapping Broke out the box we were classed and trapped in Been at the most, pretentious parties Ever imagined on earth son Like to run up in there with an air gun For some rare fun, and just pick one Off, and on like a break light These suits are giving me stage fright Follow me round like a shadow Like some washed up Gary Barlow Sitting with mountains of cocaine While he's blowing my brain like I'm Cobain Pulling his phone out, and showing me pics Of him and his burd, or her and her tits Her in her dress, and more of her breasts Send me that mate, if you wana impress? You won't, none of that shits cool Stop signing these fuckers from Brit School I'd rather bow out, with no deal Than be first in line for a free meal Slow Elvis Aus Songtexte Mania