Mad About Bars - S5-E8, Pt. 1

You see this one here, it's different
(Jango on this one)
We're about to introduce you to
A rapper, who in my opinion is gonna be the one of the most exciting to come through this year
Coming out of Essex he's too different with it
Flows, bars (Look)
It's French the Kid

Chief on the street I'm so real
Fuck with gorillas, I been in that field
Done it to kill
Don't know the feeling
The enemy's bleeding, it gets so misleading
Like taking a pill, making a deal
Fiends on the left and the right on me still
Shooting for veins might get a feels
Might get a chills
Next day alive, but they might've been killed
In the trap, my own brother's friends got me moving the crack
I was so young, I could never look back
Bro, it ain't worth it, I'll do it for racks, I'll do it to stack
Bands, my own brother got lost to the cause
I remember one night he tried hanging himself
Then he overdosed up-on the floor, shit

Tu connais ma gueule
Tu connais l'équipe, tu connais ma team
Tu connais mon visage
On vient des favelas, impressionné par belle est la vie comme un mirage
Moi et mes frères la belle vie on l'envisage, yeah
Moi et mes frères la concu' on envisage

Prick put his hands on my aunty
Jumped in a van and got him kidnapped
Slim clip on my Angie, weren't the first time of holding that wap
Had to drive all the way to Suffolk
No black puffers but man still got wrapped
Son tryna 'fend his dad like, big-man, I'll make your battery go flat
Johnny said he don't really care bout talk, nah he don't really care 'bout chat
Hold the cunt down, raise up his legs, ching chow, cut it right back
Got blood all over my vest, all over my shoes, all over my shit
Cut out quick cah we took that risk, four toes in his foot
The prick just got hit
Got back home, opened the door, my girl was like "Wow"
So much blood on my hands and trainers
She must have cried and thought, "Baby, how?"
She said, "What did you do?" "How did you do it?" "What have you done?"
Any man that touch my family, wap or Stanley, man'll get bun
I got shanked with a shh
But I stood up and fought to the death
I don't really know where that bitch boy went
But I heard he got shh and then left
Mess, put down your shank, let's test
Heart of a lion, bro you'll get pressed
Merchant Brentwood Bouncers are shook
Two transit vans they nearly got shh
How can I trap anymore
If my bro's on the floor overdosing them pills
How can I trap anymore
If my blood brother's homeless, pain is so real
I was known in France for dishing out waps and dishing out things
Jed's friends had the trap-line booming, wap-line moving
Wrapped up in cling
Ring, ring had the ringtone dancing, catsdem glancing
Shit made 'em sing
White boy with a middle parting, tracksuit, laughing, needed a trim
Look, tracksuit, laughing, needed a trim
White boy with a middle parting, tracksuit
I do not care about hoes
I care about O's
I'm making money, making loads
I run through that shit with my bros
I've got many flows
I'm painting pictures, Picasso
French on the beat, I'm so cold
I think you just froze
Tell these bitches I'mma blow
I do not care about those
Don't care about them
So take a picture while you pose
Hablo español con Pablo y dije que
Cause all of my tunes they go high like cocaine
Hot in Ibiza, I'm smoking that reefer
I'm getting my money, I love Mary-Jane
I'm running to money, I'm running to fame
Only thing up in my mind is the game
I do not care about dance with the Devil
The devil cannot dance with me in the rain
Shit

Tu connais ma gueule
Tu connais l'équipe, tu connais ma team
Tu connais mon visage
On vient des favelas, impressionné par belle est la vie comme un mirage
Moi et mes frères la belle vie on l'envisage, yeah
Moi et mes frères la concu' on envisage
(Tu connais ma gueule)
(Tu connais l'équipe, tu connais ma team)
(Tu connais mon visage)
(On vient des favelas, impressionné par belle est la vie comme un mirage)
(Jungle on this one)
(Moi et mes frères la belle vie on l'envisage)
(Moi et mes frères la belle vie on l'envisage)

It's French the Kid
Aight, let's switch it up