48 Bars Part 7

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[Verse] I don't think our story's the same, you're corny and lame My life a mix of glory and pain, I wanted money more than the fame I got it, style polished, still recording these flames Iconic, had these scars nine years and I thought they would fade Some flowers right here that I bought for your grave Got trust issues but you still saw where I stay, cautious and safe If you're outside then of course you relate Trapped in the streets, just caught in a maze Hard walking away, Rich died, we still mourn him today Pеople change like thе weather, sunshine in the morning today Now we're in a thunderstorm in the rain What's a hundred bands, I need a grand to order a steak I'm balling, it's bait This Aquanaut white gold, it hasn't got the forty mill face Hit it once, she start calling me bae, we don't wife hoes How things get so awkward and strange I got richer and you got better, streets still talking my name My brudda got bored of the Range, hopped in the Lamb truck Gang's up, me and S boarding a plane Soon touring again, kept the Nautilus plain Need some fifty point to source me a chain Don't really drink but I'm pouring champagne Had block wars, top form, I'm still game Had to tell my fans "Sorry I'm late" I made a lot of 'em wait, I was handling a lot of that weight Mum don't worry I'm safe, I got warrior traits Graduated from a boss on estates Story of my life, turned enough pages New chapter, few mazzas, been through tough stages, frustrated Buss cases, buss faces, police chases Close shaves like my hair just faded 4 AM, now my mum's raided Used to hustle for some trainers, now your son's made it Money spreading like it's contagious Get paid, spend eight, decade in these slums famous This a story of success, my haters all upset I cut through and cut cheques, she just want rough sex This lifestyle quite wild, I don't get enough rest You couldn't figure out who's a plug yet? Came up on the strip local, now I'm lit global You never had no shooters at your disposal You was never this vocal, no one in the hood ever did know you You ain't with no goons Big shows too, the kid rolled through I filled whole rooms, you win, don't lose Praying things go smooth You're tired now, you been old news
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