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I got a rope chain
You got a rope chain

We got a rope chain
Yeeeeman


I keep it old school
You keep it old school?
I keep it old school

Yeeeeman

I'm reppin london city

You reppin london city?
I'm reppin london city
Yeeeeman


My name is master shortie
You know about master shortie

I know bout master shortie
Yeeeeman


Let me tell you about the my time
Where youths like their beef and they grime
And prepared to draw for the nine

If you're in the wrong place
At the wrong time
But I'm not like them guys

I had to open my eyes
So I could prevail, and I could excel
Make my music so it sells

My inspiration comes from god
So I'm grateful
Look at the way I'm spitting it down

Like it's bloody april
I'm that good guy
I walk around with a halo

The only bangers these figures
Are mashing
Are sausage and potato


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In my dreams I'm wrapped in palms
Sometimes I'm wrapped in arms
All my tugs around me

Trust me
They roll with straps and arms
Want me to convert

Throw away my bible and psalms
I'd rather do my music
Spend all my money on garms

That's why I look so sweet
That's why I keep so neat
They say that I'm a gyalist

I know all them freaks
But I'm surronded by tugs
Make sure it's not forgotten

I've got the hood on my back and trust me
We ain't made of cotton


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And when the rope chain swings

The girls grin, they like
Hi, my name, I'm on anything
They call me kase

Otherwise mr benjamin
I'm like a scar
On the skin I won't fade in

The name kase but
Call me amazing
First time placed in

Nah I ain't changing
And my swag's correct
Watch the way I move

And the rope chain
Swings on my neck yep

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