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lyrics
VERSE 1:
I wrote this four years in to my sentence. Listen up-
All those pricks who wanna say shit, like AGER ain’t the same, it’s/ Pointless calling my name bitch, I’m so high above this fake shit/ I’m looking down on planes and shit, you’re looking like ants to me/ I’m burning you to flames you bitch, I need a magnifying glass to see/ You stupid little cunts! This ain’t no fucking game/ And I’m not some fucking punk, I’ll win and don’t even play/ I been in jail like four years now, survived it all you can’t knock me down/ I’ve seen it all you can’t shock me now, and now I’m here you’re gonna stop me, how?/ I was sentenced life by a judge, felt my life die, the blood/ Had my lungs not working proper, then my heart stopped I’m gonna/ Die, I flat lined, not once but fucking twice/ Woke up four days later in intensive care, my family at my side/ See my Nans my eyes crying, must be her prayers that helped me rise/ Now I hear these liars lying, should have been enough to realise/ Should have got out that game, it’s a shame I was too young and thick/ And got back in that same shit, but fuck it now it’s come to this/
CHORUS:
VERSE 2:
I’m going for this fucking shit, ain’t nothing holding me back/ I’m gonna show that I ain’t bluffing bitch, holding the mic like it’s a strap/ I’m blowing down this fucking shit, tell the Pigs the Wolf is back/ I hope that house is full of bricks, to jack you fools I’m cool with that/ Been violent in this city, stabbing cats since it was ninety six/ Been surviving since a little kid, I’m original so quiet bitch/ Tuck those chains, hide your shit, you know what fucking time it is/ Kneel on the road and ask the gutter who I am, I ain’t hyping shit/ Earned my stripes, climbed the ranks, you cunts are hyped talking ‘shanks’/ Done a couple of months on remand and talk about ‘pen’, you ain’t worth a wank/ Your CDs are a fucking joke, like these clowns that fuck with coke/ Shift an O and claim to run the roads, but they can’t back that. No!/ I been around made men, trust me you ain’t them/ I pray for you fucking weak cowards. Amen/ Since the gates opened, I’m going for this I’m focused/ I want this shit forever, I won’t stop. I fucking own this/
Kraze Kingston's Studio Sessions. I feature on the song Conservatives (Get The Fuck Out) and gave a preview from my 3rd and final CD in TELL IT LIKE IT IS. FREE DOWNLOADSSS AGER