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Artist: Dubzeno
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Producer : New Machine
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Videographer : Eddidit
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Management: DBN Music Group
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‘FRESH HOME’
They say time waits for no man this is real. Young fella’s do the crime but they can’t do the time so they squeal and some get lifed off, now they can’t chew what they took a bite of. Head on collision it’s a write-off. Fuck her with the lights on, im tryna right wrongs and let these bygones be bygones. You know young fella’s are making money with a mic on, if that don’t work just put the mask on and you can still tell that bitch she can dance on the table that i got me glass on, the eyebrows on fleek but shit we just wanna know what’s the ass on. 28 grams on a Josie tryna flip it to a Range and a Roley, Sham for a bro and i aint talking of phoney they say keep your friends close but you still gotta watch them closely, that’s what me ma told me and mama deux knows best! Women got me going fucking bald with the stress but you know how it goes and you know how it gets and still aint got no time to conversate with an ex becuase me new squeeze looking like sex on legs but just know it takes a second for this life to get rotten because we all wanna see an enemy dig their grave but don’t wanna see your friend get carried in a coffin... Smoke till im coughing and drink till i empty this bottle and i can see the bottom i was young and i was dossin’ until i hear keys and doors locking, prison life out of sight out of mind i’ve seen some get left forgotten! You know young fella’s these days all dealing and robbing. I was doing that back when i used to have hash and cash slid down the side of me stocking. Seen me ma cry, left me bird sobbing sitting on the visits saying “this is the life i chose i gotta live it and this the bed i made i gotta lie in” they wanna see me change and im trying but i still look a man dead in the eye and tell him that the dream he’s selling we aint buying. I told me ma that im sorry i aint a hero like superman or batman i’m just tryna protect you in this crazy world like im Aslan because to make it in these streets you gotta be a madman or a badman but bitches giving head like a catscan and she just came for the tumping slam she just came for the dunking. The face aint Halloween but the arse is all pumpkin, when it comes to the crunch i get it crunching...when it comes to the crunch i get it cracking and if he’s wild like the west i make him leave that west life quick like Brian Mcfadden! Ain’t a man that can hurt me because if he can get wild no i can get wilder...that’s Tyson Fury! Drink it like im thirsty because they say jealousy is a bad disease i hope you get well soon and they told me the sky’s the limit until i realised there is fucking footprints on the moon and i don’t smoke that green but we can play them blues until we feel ok because right now its looking all yellow....like it’s Coldplay. I’m a gringo to a Latino but my amigo i call José and don’t confuse deja vu with a replay because we can’t be your hero baby nah i’m not Enriqué! You can get a box like AJ. Off a bitch get a BJ. I got a bro called CJ. I Got a cuz called Deejay....DJ called Mokay. Hotboxx like its OJ when i pull out this stick like croquet and make the ting sing like it’s Soule. This Soprano graft i’m feeling El Trapa Tony. The Gabanna just came with a Dolce because im tryna get it and live it but they want me back on the landing, grey tracksuit and a bed kit feels so far even though home’s only a stonesthrow. You know i just needed a letter sprayed in perfume that came with a pretty photo. Three meals, two appeals for one no comment i never said shit, they just wanna brag about how much money they make and how many bitches they slept with. I was still tryna make ends meet even though i was living prison rent free doing three for a one-er thats buy two and get one free. I’m a seller not a buyer but each to their own, you know god loves a trier. Snitches wanna sing all day and i never like the choir. These young fella’s don’t wanna smoke they can’t even light a fire and i know i don’t always tell the truth but i’m far from a liar. Dirty minded but me hearts clean, to be continued shit this ain’t the last scene. Young fella’s doing armed robberies with their mask’s on but this ain’t Scary Movie or Scream but where i’m from its a scary movie if they let it scream, we want it until it’s busting out the seams, bitches want it if its fucking busting out the jeans. I did jail in me teens, jail in me twenties but shit i aint tryna hit me thirties and have a pocket without a penny....BOOYSH