Izzie Gibbs - Warm up session lyrics

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Izzie Gibbs - Warm up session lyrics

Did you see me smile You must think my lifes kosha right Ask cavali I was in the block with holes in my nikes and a whole lot of fight Yo, mum was tryna get a hold of here life coz dad wernt there coz his man wernt focusing right So he left her then goes to the right So most nights it was nothing but cold beef with toast on the side Never had cold features to handle a knife Love mummzy she handed me life I was with the olders that love banishing nines Active bagging a white had traffic on line Just a kid tryna feed my fam in the night Felt famish inside So i moved savaging life these ravaging eyes won't pa** with your lies What coz me mum and sis we were living and healthy Imprisoned in hells reach I was christened in elms street Stupid to think religion could help me Still i pray to the lord ask him to guide me with them bells beat I know jails peak, but im still out here Rain, hail, sleet Coz im a product of hood pain nights You see these blood stained eyes there a lifeless mess Iris injected with lies and theft minds intense I thought to fly to ends arrive to dead and light up heads for all the in directing The devils tryna misguide my head I know its disguised in flesh So carefully decide who you confine in next You can't provide from d**h And dont rely on the net so she should go coz the text says XO Im just thinking this lifes deceiving Do you really have friends when the other sides still squeezing Do you got brother ties with your bray bredda chrome eating Coz looking at things and his f**ing man would be the reason you start beefing I ain't got time for this cycle repeating Mind me estates on beefing Me and my estates on peaking Thats an eagle in the evening that peaks in the jungle that hes teaching So whod you wanna beef with Huh? you wasn't aided and see sh** And half of these breddas are fake But they wanna talk like there the realist You see mummzy she could never cop me nikes Never knew about pocket money Just a pocket knife Most of the YG'S on the ends they were robbing bikes But me gripped an old nokia and i got a popping line Started a proper grind Food and im copping mine No more corned beef from winter to summer time Mummzy at some point your gonna be living life Gonna put you somewhere by them city lights And the paguns dont want me to cop a 9 coz thatd be genocide Why? Coz im a daddy for them What? Ill draw for the bally again Shut up your not even the man of your ends *BARK* Thats my dogs them slapping no skeng Lick shots grip what Love stacking the bread On job your not youll be chatting to feds On blocks so what ill bally your friends Heads lost oh f** im spazing again Arghhh About combat Lies You ain't on that Your mum dont wanna see her son sap Youll be a victim because of the conjac *BARK* No long chat Close contact rude boy ill have dons wrapped What You got a shawn-shank Guess what blood the dj can't run that What You got comrades f** that big grams leave mans lungs splat Rakakakak My OG'S them bust raps *BARK* Yeah im I double Z *BARK* No i ain't minding my speach *BARK* Thats man firing heat *BARK* Now you're arising the beast *BARK* Yeah im I double Z *BARK* No i ain't minding my speech *BARK* Thats man firing heat *BARK* Now your arising the beats *BARK* *BARK* *BARK* I make the big ting bark like *BARK* Without the silencer i go *BARK* Ill proper silence ya like *BARK* *BARK**BARK* I make the big ting bark like *BARK* Without the silencer go *BARK*