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How It Is Lyrics - Artist : Ghetts
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G-H Yazmin Wretch 32 [Ghetts:] Take a journey with me Pretend I'm the tour guide No MAC, just the.45 Welcome to London Where some talk to the talk But me, I walk the walk And you can tell I'm abundance Niggas get set up and held with a lump sum They bringing drama to your mum's drum Flinging your arm up but when they come Some fill 'em up with dum dums Nowadays, the young ones are worse than the olders are They'll burst just to gloat and laugh Don't be so surprised Because I'm around with no disguise I know you noticed I socialise with niggas that come from broken homes And we don't vote Because even if we did, we wouldn't see no hopes And now I'm me now, with a kilo Not giving a fuck if fiends overdose I keep most my notes When niggas won't look, I'm taking precautions You'll get run up on eight in the morning There's no escaping distortion So, my flame is important Even if you ain't making a fortune Niggas want a portion But taking my money is something like taking the [?] [Yazmin:] This is no real life, we call it street life So much pain, this one's so cold This life's deserted, the guns in violence There's so many things out on the road Some people dying All this crying And still trying to find it hard to stray So, people have nothing They're living life [?] Sleeping out on the streets at night [Wretch 32:] Listen, I'm from the roads where it's no fair You'll get your face lift on your own stairs The lift's out of order, so, they gotta pass the body Stinking out half the lobby And if my prints are on the bricks Then there'll be charges on me Someone's gotta [?] The sergeants marching, looking answers Questioning, the question is Who did it? Matter of fact, who didn't? Catch.22s like two digits Surrounding my ends and Drowning my head like a [?] But I gotta move with it Because it's kill or be killed Matter of fact, put a stick in your wheel Because a gun war can turn into your son's war Surname associated And they'll be bursting the chrome at faces But I ain't afraid of nothing Darg, I can work, you were made redundant I move through, I can shave an onion I'm smooth too, I can date your loved one Yeah, so don't get it twisted It's me here that I'm in the lump sum [Yazmin:] This is no real life, we call it street life So much pain, this one's so cold This life's deserted, the guns in violence There's so many things out on the road Some people dying All this crying And still trying to find it hard to stray So, people have nothing They're living life [?] Sleeping out on the streets at night [Ghetts:] If you're home It's in a war zone where laws are broke But rich kids make a mockery of poor adults Lord knows, I've bored foes Don't ever think it's safe because your doors are closed And with no qualifications The only way to go legit is spit or score goals And you can ask Lew Producing beats, reducing sleep, are you a star, too? You got a new release, the tune of week Make use of fast food That's the food we eat, it's food at least I stack P's and [?] Nandos like [?] That's everyday, it's that peak Then it's back to the bad streets Where the cats meet Heroine and crack fiends That keen that I could give a one [?] in return of a flat screen That's just the perks of my job I work with Charlie and I'm working with Bob It's 2007, I'm counting my weapons Erasing my papers, so, my house be endeavoured Out by eleven Being a fiend, it's in my genes Like it's found in my denim I'm around of them bellends Who [?] from Peckham Take a motherfucking look I'm in a motherfucking hood And the life I live, it's even got my mother touching wood Now, I love to bust the noog Every second, feds cuffing up the crook It's regular around here So many moves are made Even though I'm smooth as the flames Yeah, I still move the cane Wishing I can move this way [Yazmin:] This is no real life, we call it street life So much pain, this one's so cold This life's deserted, the guns in violence There's so many things out on the road Some people dying All this crying And still trying to find it hard to stray So, people have nothing They're living life [?] Sleeping out on the streets at night |
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