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Everyday hood settings Four yutes "quick get him!" Blue lights a ambulance another wetting This one killed the son of his mums bredrin Hood knows, not guessing Police still ain't got a clue i'm betting Airports we get a serious checking So hows the fuck did all of these Rambos get in Look how many weapons you've let in I've got a son so of course i'm sweating Posting pics about the weapons you've sized When you're the one making the weapons mans getting Crime rate stats mean nothing when you pussy holes ain't down here actually checking How many sons and daughters fell victim Won't report it because they feel threatened Right now there's a young boy being gassed up to do something he don't need to How many olders can say they've actually helped any one of the yutes they speak to You sent them country now they are gwaped up thinking we don't need you Now you've got a gun to your head because he was a g too Riding for dons who don't love you Dying for ones who don't trust you Showing off for girls who don't care Comments from ones who weren't there When you're gone its word the don't miss you It going to be just like you weren't here SongtexteEveryone getting on with their own lives Try know the whole tings, air Killing each other its all, air The clout you're chasing is air If you don't own anything that's air If the roads are everything that's air There's a whole world i ain't seen I don't care about ends that's air I'm focused on wining and living All of that other bullshit is air They are 20 something and they don't know where their child hood went Where the innocence left They are going on like dread and locks for the money power and respect The morals they neglect Just to get to this bread They ain't made sense of it yet On the roads the karma comes quick And that's why they are on edge Why they don't rest All of this salty success A bag of P's you can't spend Buying cars to drive around the ends Five bill crepes who stepped Survival won't let you rest You just stabbed up your friend Its gone viral on the net They don't take disrespect So now it bare crosses and revenge Riding for dons who don't love you Dying for ones who don't trust you Showing off for girls who don't care Comments from ones who weren't there When you're gone its word the don't miss you It going to be just like you weren't here Everyone getting on with their own lives Try know the whole tings, air Killing each other its all, air The clout you're chasing is air If you don't own anything that's air If the roads are everything that's air There's a whole world i ain't seen I don't care about ends that's air I'm focused on wining and living All of that other bullshit is air I'd rather the yute's get stopped and searched They murder wit ha knife while you're off at work Do all you can to get them off the curb No you're following a hearse while you off to church Firework night where the fire works rise And its good night bye if the fire works right And its grieving family's From bandannas to hankies The streets still covered in crime rate Another body in a privet ambulance A yute in court in a tracksuit Another kid on a bike with a burner And they didn't want to do road but he has to The years go slow on a b cat I've seen man turn into a b cat I've seen a mans old here go coo coo When you're sat on a wing what do you do Aus Songtexte Mania