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I feel like Darcy Duggan in the old days I spin a block in the bucket, don’t need a roll cage I got no time or respect for any of them old mates Most em told jakes when I see em back to my old ways I ain’t tryna rap on drill if that’s a cold case They talk packs, every single thing that I roll laced We used to get a occa now it’s old plates Give a bitch a habit, say "I love her" now we soulmates Fat rappers on steroids, they got the swole face I keep the muscle in the muzzle for them cold days Still struggle in Hustletown for them dole-days My family name in your area and it holds weight I’m the antihero this is heroin rap Every day I try and send myself to heaven and back Guilty conscience I don’t ever relax I got Lucifer to thank for writing every track Done shit I wish I didn’t have to but I’ll never take back That’s too deep for them ever to catch, they’ll understand though I pay your bM in bud just to drive a van load Custy’s all junkies, I got boujwaas in a bando Remember when pushin’ music the plan though? How we go from doing hand to hands to flippin’ Nandos? Money ain’t as fun if all ya mans broke Fighting all these demons ain’t as easy when your fans know (True) Aus Songtexte Mania