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Yeah, yeah They may not play this on the radio So I'm gonna make damn sure This is the realest shit I ever wrote (that I ever wrote) So hear my spirit grow Grow free in myself Through my melody Kill this thug, it's a felony I'll make sure you remember me I'll make sure you remember Uh, climbin' heights and I break new grounds Got a new crib and you can't come round This year haters gonna big me up This year no one's gonna hold me down Yeah, I'm the shit, yo, word to my bowels I don't wear snapbacks, yo I wear crowns Price as rich if I wasn't this blick Price as big if I wasn't this proud Yeah, 8 years sittin' on top Yeah, I've been there, done that, had that what? So I did rap, had two, two jobs Hip-hop, Grime and then I went pop Trade your life for my life, let's swap Go clean in my dad's old shop with the mop SongtexteWhere a man would know if a guy was gettin' money on the ends Where we used to wear Lyle & Scott Used to love hoes, now I want bae Used to want dough, now I want change Used to be wilder, now I'm more tame Used to be crazy, now I'm insane Yeah, I'm insane, yeah Talkin' to the mirror like, "How did I get this fame?" TBT '07 and 8 Me and Ric' like how we gonna get this played I was like, mate, uh They may not play this on the radio So I'm gonna make damn sure This is the realest shit I ever wrote (that I ever wrote) So hear my spirit grow Grow free in myself Through my melody Kill this thug, it's a felony I'll make sure you remember me I'll make sure you remember Yeah, uh, I think she in love with a married man I fell in love with a married chick Sometimes I drive to a random place Sometimes I'm scared of not havin' shit Sometimes I fear I might lose it all It's such a crazy world, law of averages I don't know how Drizzy manages I don't know how Jigga manages Nearly fell apart in the first year Didn't think that I could handle it Wu-Tang Clan, gravel pit Whip smelling like we sellin' cannabis Who in the fuck do they think they are? Hope they don't think I'm just any guy Hope they don't think I'ma let it slide I got every single line memorised Love letters to the city, city, city Love letters to my city Thank you for fuckin' with me I know the mayor, I know the nitties Lost some payings but I gained the masses Wrote my will before I made a classic Take a pill and let 'em chase the magic Fuck whoever tryna hate on Patrick They may not play this on the radio So I'm gonna make damn sure This is the realest shit I ever wrote (that I ever wrote) So hear my spirit grow Grow free in myself Through my melody Kill this thug, it's a felony I'll make sure you remember me I'll make sure you remember This is love, love letters to the city, city, city Love letters to my city Love, love, love thank you for fuckin' with me Thank you for fuckin' with me We bring the stars out We bring the whole Geordie Shore cast out Got the mandem, up in [?] wild Been drivin' round, we in France now I ain't even tryna gloat We the only black boys skiin' on slopes We the realist and the roach This the realest shit I ever wrote, uh They may not play this on the radio So I'm gonna make damn sure This is the realest shit I ever wrote (that I ever wrote) So hear my spirit grow Grow free in myself Through my melody Kill this thug, it's a felony I'll make sure you remember me I'll make sure you remember me Said you'll remember me Always gon' remember, always gon' remember me Uh, climbin' high to a brand new grounds Got a new crib and you can't come round This year haters gonna big me up This year no one's gonna hold me down Yeah, I'm the shit, yo, word to my bowels I don't wear snapbacks, yo I wear crowns Price rich if I wasn't this blick Price big if I wasn't this proud, yeah Aus Songtexte Mania