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D-Block Europe

Bando Baby Diaries

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TESTO - D-Block Europe - Bando Baby Diaries

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TESTO - D-Block Europe - Bando Baby Diaries

If your heart ain't fully in the streets, take your leg out
Serious
(Yo, man like Mondo)
Yeah, if your heart ain't fully in the streets, take your leg out

If your heart ain't fully in the streets, then, take your leg out
They caught him on the corner, gave him six, that nigga bled out
Niggas gettin' nicked, some snitch teen fell out
Gang started and ended in less than one year, this shit is dead out
She loves when I'm in her yard 'cause she ain't got to beg
Two on one, six on three, that's how I pay my rent
Dependin' how the town's movin'
And what these other shotters got them used to
Psychology is crucial
I Google check the whole town and I route
And, when I serve a fiend, they better put the shots in their mouth
I told these niggas, "Don't involve me in you raps"
Honour my wishes, don't involve me with your cap
I didn't travel hundred miles to do two for fifteen or do four for twenty-five
Let that stay in the local trap
I infiltrate the town, I just need my local cat
I send a bitch to bring the burners up, see where your soldiers at
What you know about trap so far, to reload the block is gonna take a day
Like, you can catch a plane
Or, put it on a train
Blood, this point in my life, I just found so much comfort in pain
Who's to blame?
Let me put this to you, simple, plain
I met a young G, and his life was so innocent, tamed
Looked in my Bando one time, and I saw his face
He was my runner's friend, so, I never sent for him, he came
So, I G-check him, ask about hi s life and what he's seen
He's a good kid, his mum kicked him out for smokin' weed
Apart for that, I can't say what went wrong
Blood, he played for the MK Dons
I'm like, "Call your mum and let her know you're in a dirty trap"
And, your life's about to change 'cause you're about to save dirty crack
I'll come back tomorrow, if you're here, then, you're here
But, once you start this life broski, I don't wanna see tears"
So, I left, and he did
And she said whatever she said, but, what she said didn't stick
So, I come back the next day with pebs for the strip
He's like, "I'm here and huggin' it, and, broski, I ain't no kid"
I'm like, "Alright G, best learn to bank and shank
Bando Baby don't lose no packs
And, don't get jerked
Do the nitty shotters, they on Bolts, go beserk"
In six months, his life changed for the worse
I think he done four towns, got jerked
Jerk niggas, put in work
Turned savage, turned worse
Court cases got turned
What this innocent kid with a grin turned into makes me sick
And, you know how the dirty game ended
Fightin' for his life with a murder case pendin'
Mummy on the rows takin' all of the attention
The guilt that she feels broke her heart, she can't mend it

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