Trapping III Lyrics

[Chorus]
Life's laid brown, I feel sorry for the fiends
First time I sold a fiend, I was 15
Had a banging line, from [?] Street to Queens
Nine til nine, everyday for the fiends
Uh, must've serious apologies
Having flashbacks when nittys used to follow me
Had to bad 'em up
Like you're flame, just holla me
These times the phone boxes were 30p

[Verse 1]
RIP Johnny, he used to do in my f*cking head
Always asking for a bell or asking for a [?] peb
He used to say, "blud, don't be tight, I help you buy your pebs"
I see his missus the other day
She told me that Johnny's dead
She said he died from an overdose
She said the streets need me back
There's nothing good to smoke
No more China White, no more slay
I used to roll with 50 on the 50 everyday
When it comes to the trap I have so many memories
My stack at 17 was like 20g's
I remember G, ginger Lee
Phoning me for 3 on 3
Begging all morning, so that's like £50 in pennies G
Uh, yeah, every penny counts when I hit a new town
Got a sample of ounce
Uh, had [?] like phone me
Naught point 5 for like £20, nitty's know me

[Chorus]
Life's laid brown, I feel sorry for the fiends
First time I sold a fiend, I was 15
Had a banging line, from [?] Street to Queens
Nine til nine, everyday for the fiends
Uh, must've serious apologies Having flashbacks when nittys used to follow me
Had to bad 'em up
Like you're flame, just holla me
These times the phone boxes were 30p

[Verse 2]
I used to roll with 2 ounces on the way to school
I used to bag up at paddies house in my uniform
Make him check it out
While I get to bagging
He can bang it up, while his missus chased his dragon
Uh, they then they can both types of white
I could tell it was peng from the look in their eyes
Uh, sandwich bag and [?]
Latex gloves so it don't stick to my fingers
I remember them cats in the squat try and rob me
But that day I had my knife, I was lucky
I brought a shotgun off this nitty up on Queen
And all I gave him was an 8 ball of each
Jemma used to say, "you're too smart for the trap"
She told me, get your money in and leave when I can
Can't forget Hailey, used to look like a model
But years on the grub, left her face all spoiled

[Chorus]
Life's laid brown, I feel sorry for the fiends
First time I sold a fiend, I was 15
Had a banging line, from [?] Street to Queens
Nine til nine, everyday for the fiends
Uh, must've serious apologies
Having flashbacks when nittys used to follow me
Had to bad 'em up
Like you're flame, just follow me
These times the phone boxes were 30p

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