Capo Lee - Pirlo lyrics

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Capo Lee - Pirlo lyrics

Laying in bed and I still overthink Tossing and turning, thinking money Weighing up verses and plan B Tryna reverse it and live clean Have food on the circuit, bro 15 Tunes on deck and I just wanna work I've been doing this from emerging from out the scene Man from the ends that didn't have faith See me on flyers when they get backstage Everyting calm when I jump onstage North of the border, I rep them ways Life gets hard, time's flying by From the day that you're born, been a mountain climb I still have bars and a badboy flow Even if I don't get around in time, I'm calm I still know man that buss their gun And finger their girl with the firing arm, yeah Scared money don't make no money So we grind on the road from night till the morn Ain't got a choice, man trap when it's bait Write two bars, then I go back to my base Virgo baby, stuck in my ways With the tightest flow [?] Man don't [?] With your dead little song that you're dragging around Duppy the beats, man ain't got a clue Till I come through pap-pap-papping off rounds Then I'm gone like a drive-by Talking grime, me a go find out If you're talking, money, man find out 24/7, don't know about time out You've got food in the trap? Man find out Get the drop, man run in your hideout Festival season, splash it and hide out They can't flex in my face, I'm onsite now I'm around here, you can't get a rhyme out I don't sleep at night, I'm a night owl I go back to the trap, put the mic down I was sat in my car when I wrote this I came back with blatant hunger Breaking through then arranging numbers I might change my number On the regime that I'm training under Pattern myself like a Christmas jumper Man get liff was a banger Swear down, even made Mystry wonder Old school like DJ Wonder I try my best more time but I know That I don't make the smartest move I'm old school like Heartless Crew I bring vibes when I step in the place So I'm like Pirlo when I'm pa**ing through You ain't clocked? I'm a darkskin too 45 in the air, that's the party poop