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Lord, forgive me for all sins And I don't know if I believe in God but I believe in the forces Like I believe in the four seasons I believe in the flaw of sin I drive Mercs past poor people They look at me like they saw a king And I just wanna let them all in But we move in manors where some mandem wanna bore him Late night murders, I ain't tryna be in mourning Looking like food, them man still want to push the fork in Bon appetit, my crew is ready for that That's hard-earned, you're not supposed to take a penny of that If the rules ain't Becks then why they bending like that? Man'll send a man heaven for that Blud, I ain't being token black on TV, you've got Lenny for that I'll make a little less paper and I'll left 'em with that I get offers everyday, Rich, I ain't effing with that So if I'm never super famous, I can sekkle for that This got that layer cake vibe Tumping Esco out the speaker, through Leytonstone sides Where niggas get 30s and 18s Where niggas go to jail every day, B It's gutter inside, outside, rah, rah, rah Where too many man talk 'nuff blah blah That's just the endz though SongtexteThat's just the endz Inside, outside, rah, rah, rah Where too many man talk 'nuff blah blah That's just the endz though But you know that's just the endz This is that flow you've been waiting for, flow they don't make no more, init? Not 140 but it's fucking raw, init? Play this on the way to the club and not in it Made in the manor so it's fucking authentic Try and crush a brother's spirit with your theories Jigga said I was the best and niggas act like they didn't hear it I ain't gassed over the cosign, I ain't in love with the CoCo I ain't fucking with the po-po, I'm just fucking with the purists, who's realest? Eight years independent, three cheers to the pen-smith The game's wide open, I'm dentist Tryna find space, I'm Tetris, not tryna lose faith, cross fingers Brave face, can't see hecklers Bad minds can't change never Move spot but can't change a leopard's All sheep can't be shepherd And just when I was down the other week Wretch phoned me and said without man like me, there's no heat, that's real Inside, outside, rah, rah, rah Where too many man talk 'nuff blah blah That's just the endz, mate Yeah, you know that's just the endz Know what I said already, inside, outside, rah, rah, rah Where too many man talk 'nuff blah blah That's just the endz Yeah, you know that's just the endz, geez Heavy is the head that wears the crown though I feel under pressure just to provide for the famo I'm in this position so I never tell a man "no" But I didn't "Fester Skank", remember, that's Lethal in the Lambo But when we're on top, bruv, everybody's coming Lambo for Lee and a chauffeur for Romy Villa for Jen and a villa for Dotty Ray-Ray no even worry about it, I got it, promise Me and wifey just had beef She's tryna marry me while I'm tryna marry beats Love you unconditionally even if I don't speak it First, let me duppy this scene shit RIP Belangi shit Play that monster boy through the speakers Pour some Perignon on the floor, getting beaming You're badman on the weekend I'd rather box man and don't tweet it Out, I drop man and don't greet him You hear it and believe it, I seen it Man get shanked up and we ain't leaving Pour some more Ciroc, yeah, the peach shit Coming like we're numb to the feeling Like one brother's pain is another's inconvenience That's deep shit, inside, rah, rah, rah Where pillow-talking can get your clart wrapped up Fish and chips open with the tartar sauce Hold tight Smithy, that's my rasclart darg Where niggas don't dance with the stars Niggas drag stars out their cars Make 'em spit bars for a pass And this one won't chart, that's for certain But I know that Giggs will say that I was murking Mandem know they're on the inside, outside, rah, rah, rah Too many man talk 'nuff blah blah That's just the endz, though Yeah, you know that's just the endz You dun know already, inside, outside, rah, rah, rah Where too many man talk 'nuff blah blah That's just the endz, pal You know that's just the endz Aus Songtexte Mania