Groundhog
Flowdan
Living life like a ground hog
Black bandana and it sounds of
Sirens and violence 24 7 no days off
As a younger he tried to be a pro baller
But no scouts never called up
Now you catch him on da corner
Number one gunner and rising the tall up
Worked the life that he wanted
Older brothers doing 10 for a gun ting
That world don he weren't on that
Black balaclava and gloves for the robbery
Dem time there he's looking
Food for the family
Buss gunshot and drink brandy
Living at home with his mumsie
There weren't one day that he
Had to go hungry
It goes on and on
Now he said that he worked out
The olders are cool but they're burnt out
They haven't put in work for
The last couple years
So according to him they don't dump out
But anyway he got shift with a couple boxes
Boydem run up in his mumsie
Lucky that he never had the 45
Dirty Babylon they would have loved it
So when the judge slapped him with a sentence
Not one ounce of repentance
Tried the screw face ting when he
Was about on the wing
But when he got punched up he remember
That he wasn't bout that life on the inside
Never ad tha art of a warrior
Started promising himself he weren't
Guna come back got surrounded by goon and he
Felt like a foreigner
Anyway them mana touch road
Now he's saying get down or lay down
Upgraded himself from mini to a monster
Brand new bully in the playground
Mumsie can't take it
She goes hard with the prayers onna Sunday
She beg Jesus for guidance
And mercy to show him a better way
But anyway my mans Muslim
He goes hard with the war onna Friday
He said he's done with the bacon
But he still goes ham with
The lemon and the highgrade
On and on it goes on and on
The pressure is rising we keep on surviving
There's no disguising it goes on and on
The road that your taking
The world that your making it goes on and on
Now we got a new chapter
Life of a new wave gangsta
When my don said he's picking up boxes
Cash in hand he ain't holla'in a sponsor
Now he knows about obia
So he's spending big money on the dark side
Try pay for protection pray for protection
Shook he was just hoping he won't die
Cause nobody wants gun shots
Never get caught slipping on the wrong side
Yo the streets look then the streets chat he
Heard somebody's just put money
On his headback
But he said he don't even bidniss
He said dem man better get a refund
He don't leave yard without the big ting
He said funeral but it ain't he's one
Yo mumsie can't take it
She goes hard with the prayers onna Sunday
She knows he won't make it
But she begs Jesus to hear
What she's gotta say
But anyway my mans dumping
People wit shots in their face and headback
Mana move scary like Halloween pumpkin
Dem man that buss gun dem
Man that don't take chat
It goes on and on on and on
On and on on and on
On and on on and on
On and on on and on
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