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(Cage got that cold) I feel a stab up in my back I got my killers coming back I cut that coke up into crack, yeah Eighteen, up in Harrods, blowing racks, yeah If you suck it real good I'ma have to buy a bag, yeah Eighteen, I was learning how to cook crack Hit a lick and never had to look back (back, yeah) $100,000 in my bedroom just to look at Tell me where it's safe so I can put that (back, yeah) Louis squares, I got some lean inside my rucksack Feds up on my case, don't ever look back (back, yeah) She wanna fly away so I'ma book that If I beat the p***y up, I don't mean wit that Yeah, let's fuck tonight 'cause that's a chance you'll never get again Just left the jeweler, VVs, my set is wet again I thought that nigga was my dawg but he gave evidence I spent some thousands on that p***y 'cause she heaven sent Yeah, up at the stove, cover your nose while I cook crack Me and LB hit a lick and then we never looked back Had a shank and some bujj in my book bag Tryna explain to my mother that the hood's mad I feel a stab up in my back I got my killers coming back I cut that coke up into crack, yeah Eighteen, up in Harrods, blowing racks, yeah If you suck it real good I'ma have to buy a bag, yeah Eighteen, I was learning how to cook crack Hit a lick and never had to look back (back, yeah) $100,000 in my bedroom just to look at Tell me where it's safe so I can put that (back, yeah) Louis squares, I got some lean inside my rucksack Feds up on my case, don't ever look back (back, yeah) She wanna fly away so I'ma book that If I beat the p***y up, I don't mean wit that I done some crazy shit, I wish I never did that 'Cause even in my trenches then I woulda got you kidnapped Shots up in his body, leaving holes up in his six pack I see niggas goin' crazy just to get their kids and bitch back I was the youngest trap boss, so these niggas don't play with me Youngest zinger in my city, buss down, done it blatantly I was goin' cunch, tellin' mummy that I'm at KB's It was me and Adz, goin' country, selling two of each, yeah I feel a stab up in my back I got my killers coming back I cut that coke up into crack, yeah Eighteen, up in Harrods, blowing racks, yeah If you suck it real good I'ma have to buy a bag, yeah Eighteen, I was learning how to cook crack Hit a lick and never had to look back (back, yeah) $100,000 in my bedroom just to look at Tell me where it's safe so I can put that (back, yeah) Louis squares, I got some lean inside my rucksack Feds up on my case, don't ever look back (back, yeah) She wanna fly away so I'ma book that If I beat the p***y up, I don't mean wit that (back, yeah) --- Change - D-Block Europe