Same old cycle Be the local pandemic (Ha) Kids that's they're sellin' (Ha) He ain't got a clue what he's in for (Ha) He wanted a bit more (Ha) , huh
The kid's stuck in the same old cycle Pebbling, this be the local pandemic He broke and he grew up in OT He's tryna be like the kids that they're sellin' He ain't got a clue what he's in for Good yute but he just wanted a bit more There's no risk in it Convincing himsеlf no one gets nicked in his town But, thе kid's stuck in the same old cycle Pebbling, this be the local pandemic ('demic) He broke and he grew up in OT He's tryna be like the kids that they're sellin' (Sellin') He ain't got a clue what he's in for Good yute but he just wanted a bit more (More) There's no risk in it (Nah) Convincing himself no one gets nicked in his town
Good child, that's what he used to be (Mad) He's not used to the life introduced to him (Nah) But he wants cash, knows how to move a bit Grabbed a Q, made it turn into two, now he's feelin' like a boss (Uh) His schoolmates all feels the kicks he rocks (Uh) He pulls girls 'cause they think it's fit he shots (Ha) Ignores Mum, once he leaves the crib, he's off (Gone) He ain't thinkin' 'bout doin' her proud (Nah) He thinkin' 'bout food in the house (Ha) Or hidin' the food in his mouth And as his land grew, it got wild (Wild) He drippin' and steppin' in style But dippin' and cheffin' man down as he got a bit older (Ah) 'Cause the game is the game and there ain't no respawn, just game over (Game over) He gets the train over Yeah, he grew up in OT but he knows his ting, he's got his own plug Grab the food from London, then go, cuz Link up with other man movin' their own grub, learnin' (Learnin') But he's losin' the person that he used to be while he's servin' (Ah) Started sippin' on codeine, poppin' prescription Even his girl now feels like a victim Way too in love, feels like she can't ditch him
The kid's stuck in the same old cycle Pebbling, this be the local pandemic (Pandemic) He broke and he grew up in OT He's tryna be like the kids that they're sellin' (Sellin') He ain't got a clue what he's in for Good yute but he just wanted a bit more There's no risk in it Convincing himself no one gets nicked in his town But, the kid's stuck in the same old cycle Pebbling, this be the local pandemic ('demic) He broke and he grew up in OT He's tryna be like the kids that they're sellin' (Like them) He ain't got a clue what he's in for Good yute but he just wanted a bit more There's no risk in it Convincing himself no one gets nicked in his town (Nah)
The weight on his shoulders got heavier Just like the re-up, now he ain't a peddler (Shh) He's shottin' it bait like it's regular Spottin' the feds but his head was too breaded up (Dumb) He just caught a cheffin' So anyone meddled his cellular, he had to wet him up (Wet him up) The blood had his belly spun, he ain't 'bout violent crime Was the silent time from his county line town There ain't no knife crime 'round here But the guys that he's met are about it And he's been watchin' how they go about it He couldn't help it, he wasn't thinkin' (Ah, man) Now he can't do shit but think about it On remand, just him, his thoughts, and his cellmate (Hmm) He ain't bad so he's thinkin' to snitch but that's it if he did So the kid's in a stalemate A whole year's gone by, he still ain't been birded Plus, I missed out the juvenile ones that he served That's part of the game, what he heard in the whirlwind (Whirlwind, what he heard) But the feeling's different when you don't know the verdict Just a kid from cunch, he was never this person Now he got two mothers hurtin'
The kid's stuck in the same old cycle Pebbling, this be the local pandemic ('demic) He broke and he grew up in OT He's tryna be like the kids that they're sellin' (OT) He ain't got a clue what he's in for Good yute but he just wanted a bit more (More) There's no risk in it Convincing himself no one gets nicked in his town, but The kid's stuck in the same old cycle Pebbling, this be the local pandemic He broke and he grew up in OT He's tryna be like the kids that they're sellin' (Dead) He ain't got a clue what he's in for Good yute but he just wanted a bit more (Shh) There's no risk in it Convincing himself no one gets nicked in his town (Bait)
Compositores: Giuseppe Charles Farinella (Giuseppe Farinella), Benny Jones, Riley Jason Davis (Arrdee) ECAD: Obra #34596485