[Verse 1: Rizzle Kicks]
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Estate war
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What you got an aggy face for?
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We carry eggs it's not just life that we claim's raw
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Taking advantage of the days without rainpour
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We remain poor, so wait pause incase your face falls foul to the product of fowl
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We like to cage more
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Don't be a chicken
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See me I'm feasably different
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To the kids on my estate who like to beef and not listen
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I had a sweet disposition
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But I was still weak to convincing
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Ask your mum for 50p then mischievously buy eggs
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And believe it will be it that they're bricking
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They being the kids from the other estate
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Not rivals in the sense that we hate
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Just rivals in the sense to get egged in the face
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It was pleasant if you were below the age of 8
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Only God knows if it was the catalyst for something less blase
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[Verse 2: Rizzle Kicks & Mikill Pane]
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So let the games begin
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Man I jumped in head first
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An expert with that legwork a dead cert for that net worth
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Yes sir
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Yeah no matter how little respect earnt
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When I'd get burnt by the olders
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They'd be hoping I would get tripping
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Now they're bed ridden and I bed women
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Have sex with them, Cowgirl
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Bed ridden, Yeah sinning
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Head spinning with our live set
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And guys blinded by rep
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Kinda wish that I was less driven
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[Hook: Rizzle Kicks & Mikill Pane]
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I won't fall
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I'm no fool
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I won't fall
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I'm no fool
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This means war
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This means war
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This means war
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This means yeah
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I'm no fool
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I won't fall
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I'm no fool
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I won't fall
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This means war
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This means war
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This means war
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This means
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[Verse 3: Rizzle Kicks & Mikill Pane]
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Ay yo I take no prisoners
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Take note scribble this
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Brain flow limitless
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Safe though listen in
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I was digging away on minimum wage
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Thinking of ways to position my face
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Like what's going on
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Teachers thought my potential was wasted
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Hey kids it's all about faith in what you're making
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I need more than these pre written pages
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And hormones make me want girls to get naked
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I don't want a bad bitch
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I want a chick that will slap a guy if he calls her a bad bitch
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That's it
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I don't wanna glamourize this
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If you do it well I think that your standards might slip
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Up for a challenge
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Head fully balanced
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You and who's army I reckon I'll manage
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Let em all have it
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Homegrown talent
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Yeah
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So let the games begin
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[Hook]
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[Verse 4: Mikill Pane]
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Oi listen though
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Yeah I don't even carry a weapon I got bars
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Ain't rocking any tatoos but I got scars
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Whole game's going berserk like it's not ours
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Motherfuckers overlooking the work
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I'm like Cha
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Seriously can't fuck with the style or you'll get burnt
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Go on drag me back in the battle and get learnt
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I know a stack of rappers who act like a wet perm
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But when the time comes for getting it live (they just weren't)
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A younger generation look at the game and it's all thugged out
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Their bugged out, their running their dumb mouth like
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Oiii
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Feel free to hate on the way that this shits turned out
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They're burned out shame that you weren't down but BOYYY
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Against all odds I blaze you bods
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While you sit and reminisce about the days you was
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It made you what
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See the way you played yourself it's odd
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So let the games begin
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[Hook]
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[Verse 5: Mikill Pane]
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Yeah boy mama didn't raise one
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Been ill since phase one
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Ya get I
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Rizzle Kicks
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Dabbler
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Go fuck yourself
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So let the games begin
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This Means War
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Rizzle Kicks |