D-Block Europe - Bando Baby Diaries Lyrics
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    Bando Baby Diaries

    [Intro: Young Adz]
    If your heart ain't fully in the streets, take your leg out
    Serious
    (Yo, man like Mondo)
    Yeah, if your heart ain't fully in the streets, take your leg out

    [Verse: Young Adz]
    If your heart ain't fully in the streets, then, take your leg out
    They caught him on the corner, gave him six, that nigga bled out
    Niggas gettin' nicked, some snitch teen fell out
    Gang started and ended in less than one year, this shit is dead out
    She loves when I'm in her yard 'cause she ain't got to beg
    Two on one, six on three, that's how I pay my rent
    Depеndin' how the town's movin'
    And what these othеr shotters got them used to
    Psychology is crucial
    I Google check the whole town and I route
    And, when I serve a fiend, they better put the shots in their mouth
    I told these niggas, "Don't involve me in you raps"
    Honour my wishes, don't involve me with your cap
    I didn't travel hundred miles to do two for fifteen or do four for twenty-five
    Let that stay in the local trap
    I infiltrate the town, I just need my local cat
    I send a bitch to bring the burners up, see where your soldiers at
    What you know about trap so far, to reload the block is gonna take a day
    Like, you can catch a plane
    Or, put it on a train
    Blood, this point in my life, I just found so much comfort in pain
    Who's to blame?
    Let me put this to you, simple, plain
    I met a young G, and his life was so innocent, tamed
    Looked in my Bando one time, and I saw his face
    He was my runner's friend, so, I never sent for him, he came
    So, I G-check him, ask about hi s life and what he's seen
    He's a good kid, his mum kicked him out for smokin' weed
    Apart for that, I can't say what went wrong
    Blood, he played for the MK Dons
    I'm like, "Call your mum and let her know you're in a dirty trap"
    And, your life's about to change 'cause you're about to save dirty crack
    I'll come back tomorrow, if you're here, then, you're here
    But, once you start this life broski, I don't wanna see tears"
    So, I left, and he did
    And she said whatever she said, but, what she said didn't stick
    So, I come back the next day with pebs for the strip
    He's like, "I'm here and huggin' it, and, broski, I ain't no kid"
    I'm like, "Alright G, best learn to bank and shank
    Bando Baby don't lose no packs
    And, don't get jerked
    Do the nitty shotters, they on Bolts, go beserk"
    In six months, his life changed for the worse
    I think he done four towns, got jerked
    Jerk niggas, put in work
    Turned savage, turned worse
    Court cases got turned
    What this innocent kid with a grin turned into makes me sick
    And, you know how the dirty game ended
    Fightin' for his life with a murder case pendin'
    Mummy on the rows takin' all of the attention
    The guilt that she feels broke her heart, she can't mend it

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