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Yeah West side manners… or maybe not (Verso 1) Grew up where the flats stay damp and grey, Man had stress on a random day Teacher said I won’t pattern my ways, Now I make racks in a patterned wave I don’t chat too much, I move low-key, Certain man fake, that’s low-fee If I cut you off, that’s no free Re-entry, bro, you don’t know me Back then I was broke as— (forget it) Now my jeans cost rent, don’t sweat it If she wanna act all sweet and delicate, One red flag and I dead it (Pre-Coro) Man talk grease but they don’t step near, All that “rah rah” disappear When it’s face to face, crystal clear, Heart too cold, can’t shed no tear (Coro) Late nights, no sleep Feds drive by, man don’t speak If it’s fake love, keep that cheap I ain’t got time for the nonsense, bleep Came from a place where the air stay tense, Now it’s champagne, still no sense If you switched once, that’s intense Cut that snake, no evidence (Verso 2) I seen man sell soul for a repost, Talk big but they’re scared of a postcode Chat ‘bout war but they froze though, Internet gangsters, promo I was outside in the cold with rage, Now it’s sold-out shows on stage Still got scars I don’t display, But I smile like everything’s safe If I say it’s calm, it’s calm Don’t make me flip that charm Some man soft like farm… wool, But act like they’re built for harm (Outro) No manners when I step in scene Clean drip but the talk obscene If I cut ties, that’s guillotine Silent wins, that’s how I lean