D-Block Europe – Change Lyrics

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I feel a stab up in my back, I got my killers coming back
I cut that coke up into crack, yeah
18, up in Harrods, no racks, yeah
If you s— it real good I’ma have to buy a bag, yeah
18, I was learning how to cook crack
Hit a lick and never had to look back (Back, yeah)
Hundred thousand in my bedroom just to look at
Tell me where it’s safe so I can put that (Back, yeah)
Louis squares, I got some lean inside my rucksack
Feds up on my case, don’t ever look back (Back, yeah)
She wanna fly away so I’ma book that
If I beat the p—- up, I don’t mean hook that

Yeah, let’s f— tonight ’cause that’s a chance you’ll never get again
Just left the jeweler, VVS, my set is wet again
I thought that n—- was my dawg but he gave evidence
I spent some thousands on that p—- cah she heaven sent
Yeah, up at the stove, cover your nose while I cook crack
Me and LB hit a lick and then we never looked back
Had a shank and some bujj in my book bag
Tryna explain to my mother that the hood’s mad

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I feel a stab up in my back, I got my killers coming back
I cut that coke up into crack, yeah
18, up in Harrods, no racks, yeah
If you s— it real good I’ma have to buy a bag, yeah
18, I was learning how to cook crack
Hit a lick and never had to look back (Back, yeah)
Hundred thousand in my bedroom just to look at
Tell me where it’s safe so I can put that (Back, yeah)
Louis squares, I got some lean inside my rucksack
Feds up on my case, don’t ever look back (Back, yeah)
She wanna fly away so I’ma book that
If I beat the p—- up, I don’t mean hook that

I done some crazy s—, I wish I never did that
If you was eatin’ in my trenches then I woulda got you kidnapped
Shots up in his body, leaving holes up in his six pack
I see n—– goin’ crazy just to get their kids and b—- back
I was the youngest trap boss so these n—– don’t play with me
Youngest zinger in my city, buss down, done it blatantly
I was goin’ cunch, tellin’ mummy that I’m at KB’s
It was me and Adz, goin’ country, selling two of each, yeah
I feel a stab up in my back, I got my killers coming back
I cut that coke up into crack, yeah
18, up in Harrods, no racks, yeah
If you s— it real good I’ma have to buy a bag, yeah
18, I was learning how to cook crack
Hit a lick and never had to look back (Back, yeah)
Hundred thousand in my bedroom just to look at
Tell me where it’s safe so I can put that (Back, yeah)
Louis squares, I got some lean inside my rucksack
Feds up on my case, don’t ever look back (Back, yeah)
She wanna fly away so I’ma book that
If I beat the p—- up, I don’t mean hook that

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