Make It Last

Album: Raskit (2017)
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  • You ain't from the ends, boy, don't get me vexxed
    Represent the east side everytime I flex
    What you know 'bout EQ, Stratford Rex?
    Murder Mile, Palace P, murder on them steps
    Deja 92, murderin' them sets
    Can't forget Mak 10 murderin' them decks
    He'd just drop the ting we didn't even know what's next
    I was with Reggie, never even heard of Ghetts
    What you know about them real south London vets?
    Imperial Gardens I was way out of my depth
    Brickie on the right, Pecknam on the left
    All I see is shooters it's about to be a mess
    All I see is shooters I don't know about the rest
    Can't forget them ghetto boys servin' up that stress
    Bunch of blue borough boys turnin up La'Fez
    Turnin' up with heads
    Someone's gonna turn up dead, yeah
    I was on the grind north, east, south and west
    I was in the dance with no vest on my chest
    Bredders lickin' shots just to vent and express
    Bredders lickin' shots just to let me know I'm blessed

    But that's all in the past
    So just settle off your arse
    Reminisce and raise your glass
    Nowadays I have a blast
    And I'm in a different class
    I'm just tryna make it last
    But that's all in the past
    So just settle off your arse
    Reminisce and raise your glass
    Nowadays I have a blast
    And I'm in a different class
    I'm just tryna make it last

    No regrets
    Before I got a cheque I was workin' up a sweat
    I was on that north side, you better come correct
    T town, Heat FM live and direct
    I was from the east they coulda been comin' at my neck
    For the ends I rep, Instead I got respect
    Coulda just been wet, didn't know what to expect
    Weren't no speculation if they had the tings on deck
    Thinkin' what the heck
    Might as well take heed
    Take time and breathe
    I ain't tryna bleed
    Love is all we need
    Seems like they agreed
    But you know know about peak unless you went Rumble Stampede
    Real peak indeed
    And if you're lookin' beef then I suggest you take the lead
    And roll up your sleeves
    Or get jooked with speed
    I've seen the hardest, coldest bredders beg, holler and plead
    Like you won't believe
    And North West is greaze
    Hotter than Belize
    I went to Tudor Rose thinkin' it would be a breeze
    But all I saw was G's
    Bredders on their knees
    Screaming "Why d'you take my boy away?
    God help him, please!"

    But that's all in the past
    So just settle off your arse
    Reminisce and raise your glass
    Nowadays I have a blast
    And I'm in a different class
    I'm just tryna make it last
    But that's all in the past
    So just settle off your arse
    Reminisce and raise your glass
    Nowadays I have a blast
    And I'm in a different class
    I'm just tryna make it last Writer/s: Dylan Mills
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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