Correction Lyrics Groundworks Cypher 2020 by M1llionz

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Yo, yo, yo, it's your boy Denz and Renz
Listen, we got the 2020 Groundworks Cypher, yeah
It's about to be a movie
What you tellin' me Renz?
Let's go my bro
"It's your boy Potter Payper, right now you're locked into the Groundworks 2020 Cypher"
"Yo yo yo it's Hunchollini
Aka M Huncho, and you're locked into the Groundworks Cypher 2020
Big up Groundworks"

It's like everyone's beefing the 9, I'm baffled
Beat him off with a brush, no basil
If you got beef with my block, let's battle?, I'm rattled
Opp block trip with a shank with my hip, on the stations a blade in my ankle
I got flicks and waps and I wave when I'm dodging them jakes, no case I'm thankful
This white boy said hе wants cocaine so I bought Air 1s and I got some ?
Pull up with the yard with tree ? so thе weed I'm grabbing a handful and my jacks man rise with with a chinger
? and a whip that's manual
You got touched but you claim you're a driller
You don't want smoke you're cancelled
Woosh, Woosh
Cancelled, said you don't want smoke you're cancelled
Upsah, I'm with the white pebs like ?
My 9 boys too lit like candles
Any problems with us ?
Dice man up with the steel no bangles
I said dice man up with the steel no bangles

I don't even like rapping
But I really brought me a mop
I don't even like rap, fat sh*t made me hot
It's too late to turn back
So I rap, though why not
Trap got me a strap, cats got me a dots
Same spot had Febreze
I had white, I had B
I had sweets, don't sleep
Two phones can't beat
I don't even like drill, because my head's hot
And I'm cooling
I just beat case be a case
They only let me out in the morning

I don't like drill no more its tired
Cah bare man liars
If you lot saw my priors
You'd call me Michael Myers
I went round there on bikes
Something got punctured and it weren't my tyres
And you ain't seen waps get hired
And then in the blink of an eye get fired

Just put plates and always get preparing
Jump out pop doors, not caring
If I wear jeans they slim fits
On the glides them jeans are flaring
Put two in the dots, stays paring
One red, one green
One each tried slap both make them compare it
Hella caps for the opps
Peak, anytime we make an appearance
They got hella chat for the cops
Details in van what they're sharing
Don't think out loud
Tryna turn his head red like ?
It's peak cause the teeth don't fit
But it will if man pushed ?
Bootings out of these boot cuts
They ain't shootings, them man are shoeless
Lurk so long, mans due a rest
Them man aren't there, them man on a jurors
And anybody wouldn't try to throw their two pence
They're tryna overwhelm fellow against movement

Ask D****e why he poked me, I tried poke him
But the shank never went in
It started bending, I got me a next ting
Come on lets go fencing
I got poked, but I poked up ****
I swing my shank I can't throw no punch
On the phone to Hunch those [?] headed those spins at lunch

I'm in the marsh no football pitch
Tryna violate, I got my shank for Digs
Just got a drop, there's an opp in the wing
No Ella Mai ting but my guys took a trip
The bando's TT, gets dished
Let it lock, then the excess get rinsed
There's latex, we leave no prints
I'm in love with the rocks but the trap house stinks

On the road my mash was a handgun
On the wing my mash was a Samsung
On the three's no vest but they score, Iniesta
Three shanks gone, what a mad run
Skin out your pum pum last pass
When free press come through the door I'm nice
My cell mate went through freeflow left me on my own
So I crashed off twice

I'm p*ssed cause the spin boys
With paranoia
I spent 2 days on the wing with my lawyer
There's a smartphone in the Zanco
On the landing ? like Neuer
Grip my chef in the wing, chilling with soya
A Mali bredrin on the wing
Got me screaming out "warya warya"
I'm a warrior, samurai ting when I bop round
Pop smoke when I pop round
I got trees on lockdown
Had to be put enough weed so the crops
Get chopped down
It's a mix of both in the ?
In the B that's gone now
It was gyally on me
Now a fellow on me
For sh*t VD, I'm gone now
It's a ?

Bro just called me a jail cat
f**king hell man felt that
ID cards go fast man sell that, wrote three nights
Now bro got that
Can't spark too much gas in my cell flat
Good for my [?], still held that
One in each hand, now I'm swingin' my left foot chest cah the right one dealt that

Im fresh, back and im better
So whos gettin put on a sweater ?
If slap this dotty and hit my target
I still got 1 extra
Make bine, fly out the nine
Spill some heinz if i can't ketchup
How many yutes been cheffed up
Thats multiple stab wound stressed up

n***as want chat bout gang, but its afghanistan, when we pull up and crash it
None of them man are on badness
Bro wind down the window and bang it
My little bro died with blood on his knife, thats a honorable death for a savage
2 in the neck, 3 in the chest
We dont do normal stabbins
Splish, splash, big facts
More time its corn thats crashin
I was so pattend in the [?] had a kitchen in my spot, i was tryna get a wap in
2 [?] was matchin
I done about 98 slappins
Ive spent atleast 37 quid on burners, daughters life i ain't cappin
Cooking up the [?] then its proper
Chromey, copper
Couldn't give a f**k about a coper, fling this corn at a pig or a opper
Straps out the army
98s bring the straps to the party
The Tech cost more than your car key
No safety, one in the head

Gasoline Gasoline
I pull up on them
They show man speed
**** ran with anger
Indurance
Police
Theyre screamin out "please"
Wet man down, dont give man grief
Double S, tally we the dream team
Shotty come long like yao ming
Bad B she bruck it, she a barbie
Come thru, cuz im horny
Side jug
All morning
Bark it
Reverse it and spark
Dont stop till you hit the target
Bro clart it

New Handy shoot 2 at a time, gang got down 2 in a night
Gang hop out on [?], opp block start ruining lifes
I chinged up a opp and i watched him die, how the f**k did he get revived ?
Lil bro caught a m and he died in pen
sh*t turned me cold inside
Keep a hammer and a pack for the action
Billy from the holly im packin
Never lackin, i will do the madting, run up in your mumsies house with the mac in
Can't live my life thats no way
No gloves, no bally but i still came
A man can't tell me bout gunplay
I done 3 shootins in 1 day

I got the stick in the back of the range
Buss the door let it rain
Whippin and flippin a brick of the caine
I called the plug and he came
Step on induction, they screamin my name, i treat the wing like a stage
Step on your face like i step on the [?] ain't tryna f**k up the [?]

I don't talk much, I done laps
The school close, I done trap
In maths, phone on my lap
And tap, slip with my strap
Seven days in that trap
Eight get paid off that pack
I could be home with my Julie
Instead I'm runnin' down movies
See a wap, popped to Rudy
Got 2 P for your Gucci
Real street boy before rap
In 2010 they all knew me
I need two homes for this pack
One for cats, one for cash
I brought a gun to a shooter
Before I brought Ps to the jeweller

Mazza, I'm back for good
They wanna know why I ain't in the hood
Half of b and 9 of buj
Got me livin' just like I should
I know he wants to leave his friend
I can see it in his eyes and he knows he should
Back this wap on yutes, do drills, no clues
And they wonder why we drill their friend
Bro just tapped it close range
Plus two shavers, you ran out of luck

Got down ---, should've firmed this ching
And bro grabbed him and kicked him, i did him
How many man turn victim?
Got chings to complete this mission
f**kin' victim
I'm a stalkin' villain
Don't call on my phone askin' me "who did it?"
I'm smokin' on Carna, sippin' on Nippon
I'm feelin' dizzy
Must be DD, or cheddar, or error
It's whatever
I smoke Latts, chase Stabbz
Saw Mogz, made him crash
Man know me, I'm bad
I try ching Rabba but the pussio dashed

Racks on this blower
Ain’t that jakes in my rear view?
On smoke, sh*t let me keep my composure
Jakes on my boys for drillings and stuff
f**k gotta switch this motor
I might have to switch my pattern
Can’t stop trappin’
Waze for the map it’s waps for the madness
Still get it gone if it’s average could’ve been early when the mandem ran in
Big whips for the crashin’, could end up flattened
Big batty gyal are bruckin’ it up, I might have to leave my handprint
Could get that call when it’s time for duty
Rapid response for gang ain’t campers

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