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Blackbox Freestyle
Walking down my road and I
don't even know my ends now Everybody's shanked up, everybody's got a
skeng now And man are tryna' kotch with a
jezzy Talking bout their cock and a
semi They move rocks n' are ready See, every boy's a
trapper till the
shit hits the
fan And then the
shit hits the
wall, your flushing bits with the
raw And every girls a
trap queen, till they kicking the
door And now you're in the
station telling stories like Roald Dahl Your man are in a
holding cell, hoping that you hold out My ends is all fucked now, gotta' nigga tryn'a cut now I've been to the
end of that road Bruv I've been to them graveyards I've been to the
pen for my bro's And bruv I've seen what a
skeng does to mugs in the
south Like I've seen a
shank leave a
nigga's guts hanging out Seeing big straps, make a
whip crash no whiplash Big money, make a
big man look like a
kid akh You ain't really from here Armani's clean, the
vision's never cloudy So know, what I'm moncler, you're trapping for designer I'm in and out of santander On a
madness doing recon for a
line up 4-1-9 that's word to my Nigerian uncle up in lagos No favors for the
paper Bring all your guys you could lose that war You bring a
burner to the
beef, I'll make you use that corn You bring a
turner to the
madness, you could lose that corn Man that's the
nigga's have you missing that's some u-nicorn School they never rated, girls call me a
money man The
yutes call me a
paigon But I've never been a
witness like Jehovah So I
couldn't tell you my involvement From sticks to revolvers I've never been no victim to them olders So I
can't disclose what the
holder gets you Have to ask my older friends Never been a
witness like Jehovah So I
couldn't tell you my involvement, from sticks to revolvers I've never been no victim to them olders So I
can't disclose what the
holder gets you Have to ask my older friends For half dark, half light Get it for a
calm price Hanging out the
pass seat, like heath ledger in the
dark knight What the
fuck is a
one on one, fighting fucking punch to punch I'll boot you in your face bruv I
won't ever watch my darg fight The
fuck, you gonna tell me that you love me Gave my boys my square, they still tried to bump me That was way back, I
had to switch the
game up Now I
got springs in my 110, and springs in that... They gave my brother 18 for a
fucking murder A
knife crime, the
lifetime, the
whole sentence he serving Now in my chest, my brother knows it's burning Them visits had me crying, had me whelping Had me taking pills to help it Looking thinking who am I? Truss you never knew this guy Grandma died, had my mother strict 'n' talking suicide Truss me I
don't say that shit Why? I
never rate these kids My mum was on a
madness You ain't never seen no pain like this I
know you niggas feel this Brother putting on a
brave face for this visit But I
know my brother feels it And my brother don't reveal it, nah My brother don't reveal it Take a
life, for my mother, my brother, don't wanna steal it But, this tracks got me on a
rage My brothers stressed out, I
man can see it in his face And man can see it in his eyes, he's holding back the
tears That judge moving like a
mion, holding back them years They done my brother dirty Doing hard time, he didn't even do the
dirties But I
can't say much, cause' certain man are snitches And certain man are bitches, and certain girls are witches And wale was a
witness Put their shanks in my brothers back, how's that fair? Gave skells 16, and bruv he wasn't even there Case was all banter, until junior got cancer And mum's got sick, and tales got told And then the
paint wore off, and true colors got shown And certain man go free, and all the
real nigga's don't So, shout out lewis, and shout out Serge Now I'm rolling with an 'arghh' that will get man 'arghh' What? Like wale, I'm a
get you down A
couple man they wanna get you, I'm a
get you first I'm a
get you last, and I'm a
get you well And show you snitching motherfuckers Just why you don't tell So how the
fuck you gonna tell me that you hate me? When I
was dead broke, they still bumped me on my AC's I've never had doe, them niggas laughed, they wouldn't rate me Now the
trainers on my feet, are like minimum like 380 What? Cause' I'm prada boy now, I'm money boy now I'm piano boy now, I'm Mr duck a
man down Mr fucking stop asking, how I
get my p's in Asking for a
bringin, none of you brought me in Brother fuck a
fake friend, why you fucking riding for? Got a
couple people that I'd die for Ride out, Lights out My brothers pulling strings from up in hide down To get you skied before the
sky down, look at the
sky now
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