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[Chorus] Look at the table, that's flake Still posted on the estate I'll do it for bro 'cause he do it for me He will tell you the same 'Ralies want me on the case 'Cause I wake in the AM and fold me a twenty Before add to my lace The display I'll leave these traces This young nigga going places Been through so much guess I don't know what my age is Both colours guess I don't know what my race is Link in the east and I'm coming right over to Stacey [Verse 1] My tracksuit new season AJ, no Tracey French vanilla ciroc, no chases I thank the Lord for life and freedom say my graces Same day still go step on the opp block, no faces See an opp and he got an unexpected one, no latex They gave my big bro fifteen and I ain't seen him in ages I was in the exercise yard with bro now we laugh about how much we hate it I just can't tell you how much I hate it All of the stuff that I done for a change Oh Oh I would hit any spot, all I would need was an 8 Oh Now my bro always say that this rate that we're going Oh oh Middle of summertime but in the room it's still snowing Oh oh [Chorus] Look at the table, that's flake Still posted on the estate I'll do it for bro 'cause he do it for me He will tell you the same 'Ralies want me on the case 'Cause I wake in the AM and fold me a twenty Before add to my lace The display I'll leave these traces This young nigga going places Been through so much guess I don't know what my age is Both colours guess I don't know what my race is Link in the east and I'm coming right over to Stacey [Verse 2] Same shit different day It's like copy and paste I used to wake up in the A And feel like I'm stuck in a maze Now we're just cutting through south I just went past Thames, I was stuck in that place I could have caught ten Guess I caught luck with that case High speed chase with a skeng I caught luck with that chase Bad b come, you know where She wish she'd get lucky with me We don't speak but she just Oh Oh She want it all that salad rage Oh Oh In the fast lane with too much splade Oh Do it for the gang not just me Su Sale dirty, my house clean Oh Oh I do the one step or one lean Oh Oh [Chorus] Look at the table, that's flake Still posted on the estate I'll do it for bro 'cause he do it for me He will tell you the same 'Ralies want me on the case 'Cause I wake in the AM and fold me a twenty Before add to my lace The display I'll leave these traces This young nigga going places Been through so much guess I don't know what my age is Both colours guess I don't know what my race is Link in the east and I'm coming right over to Stacey [Outro] (Look at the table, that's flake) (Still posted on the estate) (I'll do it for bro 'cause he do it for me) (He will tell you the same) ('Ralies want me on the case) ('Cause I wake in the AM and fold me a twenty) (Before add to my lace) (The display I'll leave these traces)