Rather Be Freestyle
What they know about street heat?
I'm in the manor where the shots go beep beep
Skirt skirt on a bitch, then I skeet skeet
You was on my timeline begging for a retweet
I was living in Peckham, shopping at East Street
After church with Nanny before my peak teens
RA and YO sold me street dreams
Remember when I tried to smoke paper and tea leaves?
Nowadays it's all bang bang, Chief Keef
Fuck a dart, fuck it up but I'm from east please
I will tell a [?] around me like a Boris bike
And give you CS gas if you're on a hype
Married to the grind - hell ya, I've got a wife
Hear my attitude, hell yeah I’m not polite
I'm meeting fans that are telling me that I'm such a guy
Bitches saying "you should be further" and they wonder why
I do too and I ain't gotta lie
But I'm living for my brother, he ain't gonna die
In a world where I'm black so they're colour blind
Only seeing Miley, Justin Bieber and them other guys
Still get gassed off the summertime
Buy a quick ped for a grand and I'm gonna ride
Sun's out, I see them hoes skinning up
But that ain't loyal, they're everybody's - not one of mine
I spit with precision, fuck all that other hype
Killing the riddim and getting love alike
I'm a challenged like cinnamon if you're gonna try
Hope you've got a friend with good advice you could run it by
You ain't shooting like them white kids in Columbine
When you wearing that mask like it's horror time
You're a gangster, it's time to do some gangster shit
Court violated 9, you ain't on a hype
Uh, but let me switch it
I've been trill, got a holler seed for a visit
I never had a one-liner, never had a gimmick but
I still got bitches on my stick, no Quidditch
Nobody's fake and everybody's the realest
And everybody raps but none of them niggas kill it
So I'm in Newham banging movers song ringtone
Liquor in my cup tell him S did you bill it?
Never can you haters give an F about a critic
Singing German Whip but you're cruising in a Civic
See the way I go on everything I spit? I live it
And I could get naan, I ain't gotta drill the digits
OE OEBs you already know that’s who my clique is
Never snake my nigga for the money and the bitches
I'm in stony jeans, you are Primark fitted
Like your stepmother I be going on wicked
You could get pitched fam, you don't wanna kick it
Thought I couldn't fuck your girl till I did it
The game's gone washed, I can't really say I'm in it
I'm on the outside tryna tell you how I'm living
So now I got a OEB chick
I put my gas in her bra cos the police be quick but
These rappers ain't showing me shit
He hyped on Twitter, took a stroll to his crib
Yeah, I'm overly sick
And I love [?] like nobody did
The ends aren't washed, can't go to E6 plus
Plus Stelfs at Priory can’t go where he lives
I've got drive, I could chauffeur these kids
Wanna talk show? Then I open these kids
Sit em at a table like they're supposed to be drinks
Try and tell em 'bout life, they probably won't believe shit
Cause everybody's so gassed, I gotta take a sec
Take a right but everybody's tryna take a left
The road less traveled is the hardest
Easier being like everybody else and throw away respect
Active, catch a body, that's the major step
Join a gang and put your mother through some major stress
Uh, that's how it goes round here but
Max got uncountable flows round here, yeah