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M Huncho
M Huncho
Stimme und Gesang
Wretch 32
Wretch 32
Stimme und Gesang
Ghetts
Ghetts
Stimme und Gesang
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M Huncho
M Huncho
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Cage
Cage
Songwriter:in
Jermaine Scott
Jermaine Scott
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Justin Clarke Samuel
Justin Clarke Samuel
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Cage
Cage
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Chucks
Chucks
Mischtechniker:in
Sean Donoghue
Sean Donoghue
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How many times do I mention my successes so they pry on me And talk bad on me (talk bad on me) When I was young, responsibilities Relyin' on me now that I'm grown They're relyin' on me, huh (oh) Where were you when I was battlin' my demons? Finding solace in some women I would fuck and I would leave 'em I would fuck and I would leave 'em (I would fuck and I would leave 'em) We're all equal in this world Until you make more money I worked hard throughout my life You can't take shit from me You can't get haunted by your past you'll End up seein' ghosts (seein' ghosts) I'm leavin' softer bees In a Ghost smokin' dope and I Made a strain in Cali' shot it legally Maybe illegally 'Cause I know streets are feelin' me I used to feed the streets, same way the streets were feedin' me (feedin' me) One advice is people never what they seem to be Big dreams, street kings and machines Jail time, friends die and hearts bleed Mums cry, dads cry, their hearts bleed Too light, full dark and that's deep Serve fiends, needles and vaccines Berkling, point two's, that's max Ps Guilty conscience if you ask me Money well made but the money's long gone if you ask me If you ask me 'bout the past, I will describe it very vividly How we servin' remedies just to see notes? (Just to see notes) Had a hunch, I make a M and be Huncho in my estate Just made a killin', I'm feelin' to die again Reminiscing now, business is different I'm flying straight, you buy a brick Feel like a king until you buy you a place Oh, you wanna ball, wanna be seen in a Benz Only fools and horses cop the Porsches you rent Rashford just gave out the most food In the ends and you ate But still, you look up to them Don't forget That there's two sides to the penny Heads, I'm spillin' Henny Tails, I'm killin' every mouse, like Tom and Jerry Crocodile in the heady, bad like Skillibengy Back 'til I hit the belly (uh, uh) The point's to evolve And know everything on your road Feelin' like I done sold everything but my soul, homie Green machine now I've got remedies on the stove So that point two, weren't even a decimal on my growth Staring in the mirror, it's evident I evoke All different emotions my mother calls me the GOAT She remembers nights I was tryin' to make it home Now the house so big I'm just tryin' to make it home Table from Milan like I'm tryin' to make it r- Ah, never mind How many times do I mention my successes So they pry on me and talk bad on me (talk bad on me) When I was young, responsibilities relyin' on me Now that I'm grown they're relyin' on me, huh (oh) Where were you when I was battlin' my demons? Finding solace in some women I would fuck and I would leave 'em I would fuck and I would leave 'em (I would fuck and I would leave 'em) When they're cashin' out our change is guaranteed (cashin' out) And if she could check my bank account She'd pay to marry me (marry me) All this attention for the ones Who ain't never looked interested My ex probably feels like She missed a good investment Couple girls I should have mentioned, but always there, good attendance This one's for those who never tried to talk me out my dreams For every time I got rushed when I was caught without my team For every time I ate my lunch before I even got to school If I could tell you one thing about me, don't you doubt me You gon' think that it's impossible Then ask somebody how he (how?) Managed to accomplish what he managed to accomplish, hmm Whatever you may think, might be a hazardous assumption (woah) If we're talking' patients, I'm the NHS (woah) I was in the barracks waiting like the SAS (woah) People think I'm writin' for the cartel Everyone's surprised, I got so many essays left (woah) First Class flight, London to LAX (woah) Should've put the R-E before the L-A-X, (woah)
Writer(s): Jermaine Scott, Hritik Pattni, Mohammed Hassan, Justin Clarke Samuel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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