lirik lagu venting – big flippo
[verse]
it’s a hard knock life but we live it
one love to my n*ggas on the road
one love to my n*ggas locked off in the prisons
yeah man do the road and riddim
i’m a dudley boy and it’s from the two’s
that’s kates hill if you never knew
jail days, you can’t violate
you get beat down till it’s black and blue
he got beat down till i broke my hand
when i’m p*ssed off there’s no controlling man
jail days on the f*cking gram
sending pictures to my f*cking fam
real n*ggas know, fake n*ggas gon’ hate
them man said they hate me, i’m still up in kates
can’t lie fam, my face is bait
and i still touch thе roads same way
why? that’s how we get paid
that’s how wе get p’s, that’s how we get money
f*ck boy hate on me and my team
until we roll round and turn his strip gully
real n*ggas recognise and they recognise fully
humble as f*ck but i can be a bully
got a couple n*ggas that don’t do sh*t
got a couple n*ggas that are on road fully
so if i get the bird call it’s a mad ting
my man’s a bad boy, nah he’s acting
too much talking, not enough action
break down food, can’t tell me bout fractions
man i’m fresh home and i’m hungry don
too many old friends have done me wrong
so if i see them man, don’t get it twisted if i buss my gun
i was a hot yute when i grew up
five*o, they knew us
my dargs still touch road same way
cause my dargs don’t give two f*cks
i got locked up, got goosebumps
got used to it after a few months
stuck on the wing with new dons
moved jails then i moved on
couldn’t walk with my shoes on
you would fall over if you tried walk
couldn’t care that my dad don’t
i just wish that the man tried more
i seen mummy cry more, that’s why i try more
you never trapped up in that bando, why you lie for?
you never sat up in that cell with no tv
that prison life, that’s light work
but that block time, it ain’t easy
in my cell, my mummy needs me
that sh*t f*cked with me mentally, believe me
but same time man stay strong
still see me with my day ones
my n*gga checked for me when i was locked up like akon
no communication with the bacon
shooters, we don’t name them
my n*ggas really trapping up and down that pavement
on the backstreets and the main roads
one eye for them plain clothes
the streets are sticky so you better keep your mates close
cause if wizzy catch him slipping then your mate’s ghost
had my y.g.’s cranked off at your mate’s post
i’m on that e.s.o.t.b. sh*t
free likkle d quick
i’m on that e.s.o.t.b. sh*t
i said free likkle d quick
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