Only you freestyle
Again and again
Again and again
Chubbs might jam next youth for a chain
And give it to a sweet one, call that Maya Jama
Givin' out gifts like Santa, sippin' on Sanna
Used to do lean and Wock'
Closet full up with designer, comin' like Panda Panda
Yeah, gyal just came to the booth and asked for a wheel
She never heard drill in Atlanta
Arabic ting told me that I look like Youssef, look like Hamza
Habibti please, ana akeed, inti w ana ahla
Wit' Pop Skull in Gaza, but not that Gaza, but still it's a mazza
Niggas want piece like cassava but we let bridge dem burn like grabba
Woi, four in the cliz and one in the headie
Hand no shake, man, hold that steady
You man love pose with the ting for the picture
You man shoulda buss that ting already
You man love hesi' hesi'
Yeah, can't back chat to the Prezi
You know when a beef just tastes like veggie?
Gyal go Ritz for the mani pedi
CC bag look nice but the Birkin bag look way more heavy
That's just a big gyal ting, man ya get me?
Raemi just turned mommy, and that's my sis so I just turned abti
Fan mail came to the crib from a youth that loves me, I swear that touched me
I never even drive no whips I own, so they all look way too dusty
If me and Gallest go St. Michael, the gyal come way too fussy, crushy
Man said they would do this and that
But the man wasn't really that wassy, was he?
Nah, nah, nah
The man wasn't really that what?
1-9-4-2 hits my system, man get way too frass, he buzzy
Girls from the past that lost me, love me
Same ones there that crossed me, cuss me
Everything come full circle, word to the boss above me
Slow stroking 'cause the bamski way too big, my gyal don't rush me
Woi, don't make me have to rise my rifle
When man tries send some young boys for me
Don't make me have to ride by high school
Shit you man been dropping lately, don't make me have to fly my iTunes
So much people buy into my hype, don't make me have to buy my hype too
Dealt with the big homie already, don't make me have to side by side you
'Nuff times he tried to hide behind you
Amnesia but when I remind you, I'm touching road and I can't find you
Word to the M-O-B I'm tied to
I'm giving up when I decide to, jheeze
Oh, how we hate leggies
How much points have the gang got? Many (One)
Didn't ever have to rise that dots, it was just under my bed and ready
Bro bro chinging up a opp, boy, I swear he got chinged already
That next one thought he was boss, then he got shot, Nathan Tettey
Got this bad B, Ohene, my next one from yard love reggae
We dishin' out store and telly
Then we in France ballin' out, Trezeguet
She look sexy sippin' on Henny, my prawns grilled and my pasta pene
She give headie headie, my tracksuit Louis now covered in Fenty
Used to put a light in the cling and it still din't stop it smellin' like petty
Put a dark in the blue then we put it in the red, Balotelli
Them times it was M way, I mean M way, T house, M way
Now it's penty, uptown penty
Bentley, Range then Bentley, huh
Have you ever had your pockets empty?
But still found the bread to afford a Trenton?
Six litres flying through Epsom, I swear I've seen life from both perspectives
That spot so far upsuh, en-route, got no connection
I done run through so much Scottish notes, couldn't care 'bout no recession
Still get one jail call from Boogie
Judge game him 20 years straight, it moved me
CPS murder in the dock like Rupert
'Cah lil' bro went and done him so ruthless
Got this cutie, she half Cuban
Probably why she like playin' with the Cuban
Said she like chilling with the ooters, booters
Eating uptown all suited, booted, booted, booted
They wasn't with us when the jeans were bootleg
Put in that work, we ain't ever been spoon fed
Comin' from the jungle, you know where the zoo is
.44 or the .32 auto bells, it's a toothpick
No rap cap, we just speak what the truth is
Lord forgive them, they don't know what they're doing
Shotgun, open the hatch, I put two in
Still ain't forgot how it feels to be losin'
They thought it was permanent, found it amusing
Now this drip on me, like I'm canoeing
Time just flyin'
I'm just tryna teach this life thing to my juvies, juvies
Said the beef is fryin'
They ain't tryna stop slidin', Toosie Toosie
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