Freestyle Session for Logan Sama

[Intro] You get me, are you mad? AJ from the Lane And we're inside, Logan Sama AJ Tracey, Lil Tracey EP out now, go grab that You get me, shout out all the mandem on deh so Big tings are gwan But we're gonna get into this yeah Shout out all the mandem, MTP MTM YGG You get me, yeah yeah Shout out Dave What we saying? Yo, listen, look, look [Verse 1] Man's from Grove, you already know Beg friend who? Kick him in a hole Bare Nike ticks on the kicks, that shows She asked who I am but she already knows Gang only, gangdem, that's bros Famdem, let's go "Can I get a verse?" Big fat no Squad with the smoke, click clack blow Man chat 'nough, go get a job Girls want cuff, I just want gob You're a wasteman, you're a big fat slob Don't have a fit, don't cry, don't sob Turn up to shows, I'm already drunk Shelling down grime, I don't do funk Guys got the shotgun, big like Inch And the barrel come long like a elephant's trunk Stepping on checks, stepping onstage I don't want a beat from them man, that's dead If it ain't Nyge or Faze then it's Tre Cah the beat sound like an amm pack to the head Backstage entrance, no front door Got a plus 10 and they've got a plus 4 Don't chase girls, lose one, there's- I said don't chase girls, lose one, there's more Backstage, couple drinks, I'm loose All I see is bums and boobs I'm turnt, step on the stage Buster cannon, man gon' blow up the room Buster cannon, blow up the room Buster cannon, blow up the room Shutting down shows and I'm bringing in racks Buster cannon, blow up the room [Verse 2] Look, fam I don't play that Big M10, man ah spray that Gripping on a mac in the rain in a rain mac I do road like a Maybach I put the dough in the trap then it came back Talking 'bout couple bands, when I made that Jerk man's food, I ain't scared of a payback Labels want WAV files for the playback Wait, got the scene locked like a A-Cat Anything that you want, fam, I'ma take that Take my man's girl, take that Tell that girl come back and shake that I'm swiping my card like Kaiba Man bag brown like Naila Got a couple peng tings looking like Kylie But you could never take man for a Tyga People think that I name drop But na fam, I love the mandem, and I don't spud, I hug the mandem Tell a peng ting 'You ain't above the mandem' Promoters are vex at me Solo but- aight you know what, bring me Logan, let me get something fresh in-listen [Interlude] Look, drill on a grime beat, grime on a drill beat Brudda, don't copy my pattern Grime on a, drill on a Don't copy my pattern Grime on a, drill on a Don't copy my pattern Listen, you get me, Lil Tracey out now [Verse 3 over "This Ain't a Game" by Sir Spyro] Look, drill on a grime beat, grime on a drill beat Brudda, don't copy my pattern Bulldoze, man ah get flattened, everything patterned Ching chow shine like Hatton Woah, but I don't box like Floyd No, thought he wasn't gonna say- Mmm, one more time, listen, look, look Grime on a drill beat, drill on a grime beat Brudda, don't copy my pattern Bulldoze, man ah get flattened, everything patterned Ching chow shine like Hatton Woah, but I don't box like Floyd Na I wasn't gonna say Hatton Everybody thinks that they're bad 'til they're doing up sprints Tryna run Usain from the cannon No, I ain't Kodak But I got a couple dreads from the throwback That'll run up with a rocket and blow that Word to Giggs, you'll get banged for the throwback Look, I come through with a O pack They're saying "AJ's cold, did you know that?" Peng brown ting just stepped in the room And she gave man neck till my eyes start roll back I said "Hold that" Then I'm off on a jog down the road, akh Talking 'bout Grove and Golborne Road, akh Talking 'bout somethings in Latimer Road, akh Used to throw balls to the cats from the snow pack Now I do shows Man just re-up on my bars, let 'em go Got a whole box for the low, ayy Got a whole box for the low, yeah Cranked in 0 for 1 sec then done Cranked for days, I ain't seen that sun Put a hand on bro then God bless your mum 'Cause I swear to God she won't see her son Skrr the car on main road, best done If I sku-du-du-du-du-du, man's done Ask for beef and man might get bun Can't squash the beef, that's not how this tu'n And now 10's on the map I used to have both in the trap Tommy and James on my lap See, money is power like the program So I had to ghost that pack Yeah, I was out there doing loads I was doing loads for the cash, ayy I was doing loads for the cash Yeah W10 2013 We let the .. blow, let off the .. Nice in the grime scene, now I'm all comfy Pray for this yout' 'cause he thinks he will slump me Hail Mary, I rain on his dumb cleet Don't wife .., she was a dumb beat You're not Johan, you can't run me I'm not a hash zoot, no, you can't bun me Beg you go back home, spitting that whack flow My flow's kind to the ears, lovely Got a younger letting off, dumpy No, you can't move to my girls, you're ugly You're like Messi, small on the pitch But I'm heavy like Rooney, you can't budge me I'm an MC, I can get a hammer Couple wise words: please don't touch me You will get left on the floor in your blood, G Beef on my lone, on my ones like Bugzy Thought you're a gyalist? Yeah Them same girls told man where you live, that's clumsy Beg you run yard, beg you tell Mumzy Beg you tell Dad, you can get wrapped Couldn't give a uff what you're benching Beef, not a fist ting, skinny so skeng ting I wear Trapstar Map work, map star Real recognise real, you're a actor I've got a couple guys and they wanna catch ya I like slim tings, I like thick too I'm from the Western, that's what I'm into My bro gets nicked, I get nicked too I got my teeth dem shining like a igloo You see me rudeboy, I'm a whole next nigga Hundred bags, tryna chase that figure Done said that I jumped off of the road ting But I relapsed cah the price got thinner Won't see man in an LV belt It's a tracksuit ting 'til I make that dinner Stack that brass, that's the life of a winner Bring me Logan I'm a trap star I do map work, I'm a map star Real recognise real, you're a actor I've got a couple guys and they wanna catch ya I like slim tings, I like thick too I'm from the Western, that's what I'm into My bro gets nicked, I get nicked too I got my teeth dem shining like a igloo You see me rudeboy, I'm a whole next nigga Hundred bags, tryna earn that figure Done said that I jumped off of the road ting But I relapsed cah the price got thinner Won't see man in an LV belt It's a tracksuit ting 'til I make that dinner Stack that brass, that's the life of a winner Free my bro doing five as a winger Soon touch road but for now I'm grinding So when he lands curb, I can dash man a dinner Dash a whole Z on a runner, if he runs I'ma nab that yout' in the back of a dinger Little blue phone or a old school ringer Feds think that I am the local sinner .. 'cause I rap, son Soon find out who's the local singer And I'm a cool guy, you can ask my mum But if you violate me I'll bring a whole next ting to your rasclart drum Don't spit crud bars if you're soft, that's dumb G check anyone's dad or son Last guy chatting like say he was a badman Got touched up like the local slut Dumb guy should've kept the vocal shut This next bar's gonna touch man's heart If you're big man like 30 and you got a yout' Then stay in your bloodclart yard Stop chatting bare .., tryna front all hard Man'll get a one yellow card Act up again, get a straight red card Take man straight off the pitch, no bars Ten toes ting on the curb or cars like Man'll get their headtop buss if they're cheeky Don't chat ish about road if you're neeky Bare death threats but none of them see me I'll be in the same West 10 if you need me I let a good girl go cause I- And my lifestyle's too mad to invite her Badman and- Oi, bring that [Over "Razac" by Splurt Diablo] Yo, uhh, don't pretend to miss the drop like man If you see somebody do it, shout "Wow, you're a fan" 'Cause I fathered the flow, fathered the slogan Bare man wanna be a AJ follower I need workers so it's fine by me I'll sponsor yout's with a few Nikes You're my son, running with the style like me Uhh, Lil Tracey EP out now Logan in the mix, you get me? AJ Tracey, Radio 1 right now, we're inside Listen Let me get them with their favourite one, listen Look, I'm Dele Alli on the field without a bali' I'm shower just like Mali, serving food up in a alley Chatting 'bout my niggas and figures we could rally I be banging off the triggers, my niggas are never pally I dilly but never dally, I dally but never dilly Hugging on your gally, she sucking up on my willy Wifeing had you sad and you brothers already silly I hit it, she's in her jammies, I hit it, I wear a jimmy I'm I'm Dele Alli on the field without a bali' I'm shower just like Mali, serving food up in a alley Chatting 'bout my niggas, the figures that we could rally I be banging off the triggers, my niggas are never pally I diddy but never dally, I dally but never dilly Hugging on your girly, she sucking up on my willy Wifeing had you sad and you brothers already silly I hit it, she's in her jammies, I hit it, I wear a jimmy I'm, white girl, Angelina Jolie Sitting in the cut, my dawgys blow weed Start with a Q then dance an Oz Peng ting off the ish, she sniffed the whole G White gi- talk- Get a box like the pizza man Bare pengtings said they want a piece of man And my Af' don said he got deets for man I'm like yeah, white girl, Carmen Electra When I reload off of BBC, that's a big boy crop then I get a 1XTRA 9 bars get bucked down if I test her God forgive me if I bust my 9, bar, that's a little reference to Skepta Still oh so comfy in my sector 'Cause I still will eat man like Lecter My eyebrows join in the middle So like Skepta, nobody wanna trust me Tell big man please don't judge me Cah my lyrical ability's a uffry I went from sitting on the block With the fiend shoot up like an inform striker To having ten missed calls on my Lyca Climbing this scene like a Everest- Look, I've got things in stuff, stuff in things Boy, don't get yourself chinged I'm out with the gang, straight cabs No doubt for a man cah my akh's gonna let a shell fling Couple man say that I'm soft True I'm lightskinned, that's a mock but my opp's prolly thought The same thing you boys better call Big man, don't be a fool Get corn on your top, right I've got things in stuff, stuff in things Boy, don't get yourself chinged I'm out with the gang, straight cabs No doubt for a man cah my akh's gonna let a shell fling Couple man say that I'm soft True I'm lightskinned, that's a mock but my opp's prolly thought The same thing you boys better call Big man, don't be a fool Get corn on your top, right Bins, free my, locked up on the wings I'm playing Section in the bando or I'm playing Mist in the dings Them boy wanna catch me pon sin Them boys there all talk too thin Said, them boys there all talk too thin No backbone, got no wave, can't swim On my jack jones, if I get caught, I'll swing My whole team in black cah we're anti Your whole team tryna sing like Selena I got a brown-skin push-up Latina Still beat it up, still bang on the FIFA Ay, and I diddy bop but I'm not from shy I milly rock at like half past 9 I'm on my strip, I ain't seen these guys They say I'm opp cause I love my ends I rep the West and I got 'nough friends I'm a big man but you chat like Hens 'Brrrr, Brrrr', I duck the plug and duck both M M's Ting on my wrist, it look like Ben 10 Got a yatty on my .. from next ends Bring me Logan In the mix Oi and it's Radio 1 with Logan Sama, are you nuts? Lil Tracey EP out now go grab that Yo, look look I abide by the G code In the trap, no thieves, no teevo Got bitches and midgets just like Steve-O I don't want .. or .. I want kilos Man better watch for the carti's Trap mash, had to skip couple parties I've done road just me and my dargies I've done map just me and my 'raches And dem boy dere way too chatty And my boys dere way too skatty Dat boy chat wild and aggy Until he got himself bunned like a patty I saw him in the midfield like Veratti I pulled up and I jumped out the cabby I had to put a .. on his batty He weren't man [?] chat like a yatty Yeah, now I get a bag for a booking My young G got bagged for a jooking Said his big bro's out here cooking Brudda brudda cut and man ah gotta keep looking In the dance with the peng, you can smell me And a peng white ting looking healthy All my gunners in the back like Koscielny And if you need it in the West, you can bell me 'Cause my G's do works, not rap They draw man down with the mash Pengting like a app got tap, big back Throw it back, double clap that fat Look, mixed race but the Jake's have lacked Dasheen, them boys just dash Oi, let me get them with them new ones, listen Yo, I don't follow back chicks, I'm a leader AJ from the Lane's never been a follower Young tekky and I'm on the field, Onomah And I'm gonna break through the scene, Oduwa Pengtings I don't wanna save, Hugo I'm pouring out Champs, Nuvo I can't spit bars 'bout something I don't do But that's your style there and I sure ain't you though I'm me though, holding it down like Dyre or Moussa, strong like a kilo I was getting love like way before Bebo And I'm not a normal dude just like Riko Like Posty, in grime, I'm the boss I'ma cop mum a house, give a uff what it cost If you ain't chatting bout P's, you're lost You don't speak my language, something like Pocc I'm something like, I'm something like Christian I used to finesse the balls like all day Call for a ball then truss your garn pay Give them 1 point 2's to uff what man say 1 point .. give uff what man say Now I'm doing shows to uff with mans pay If I catch you on the pave and you're chatting bout me Real spray, no lay, I'll uff with mans day I'm on the field no balli' Shower, mali Drugs, alley But now it's mics not drugs I carry No Vorm ting, bad vibes I'll parry AJ never can took for a Barry or Phil Jones Man a on .. like Harry Man a young gun come with a one furnace And put a strap across your chest like a Spurs kit Yeah I got more money 'cause I earned it Hard work fam, no I never shot Bale Man said war dubs, man ah got mail And them old bruddas on them sides, yeah, them got stale Man's gonna see deep blue like a whale When my 3 2 lick off your head well 16 lick off your head back clean Yeah he's young in the scene like a Bellereen Who fam? I meant like a Bellerin Like Rashford, man a young but I get it in See money that you make, there's no better thing Grind fast but you bruddas slow just like you're .. You bruddas slow, can't keep up Letting in goals, no keeper Out here tryna stack coins, FIFA My bruddas let the strap rass like it's reefa I'll, turn man pac for the back chat normal Nike Air 1's on a date or a meeting Black Air 1's for the beef, that's formal White Air 1's when the weather ain't awful Went past days where my belly would grumble Speak up if you want a war, lets rumble Tried to .. uhm But big up Mrs. Motton, Mrs. Kahn, they were humble I got a text saying that my opps local Should I stay calm? I got a buzz like bumble I could get Lebanese food from my Auntie Or I could go and get the .45 from my Uncle Free daddy soon home, madness Tr.. uh uhhh I'm just tryna put West 10 on the atlas I don't wanna chill around pricks like a cactus I've been around cats like a crazy lady The way I spin shows man, it's crazy baby Got a big flow, used to make food dance like Cisco Call, be right there, Diplo Fiends saying 'Where are you now?' like Diplo When they see us man they tip-toe But they talk online like gunmen, jokemen When we see man they run dem Leave me alone, please don't holla my phone Right now I'm in my zone, mashing up shows I ain't even tryna do road I just wanna make bare dough Leave me alone, please don't holla my phone Right now I'm in my zone, mashing up shows I ain't even tryna do road I just wanna make bare dough Leave me alone, please don't holla my phone Right now I'm in my zone, mashing up shows I ain't even tryna do road I just wanna make bare dough Leave me alone, you get me? Yeah yeah And we're inside, Lil Tracey EP Go and grab that, that's what we're here for You get me, 60 Minute settings Logan Sama, AJ Tracey Radio 1, you get me, all day What we saying? Yo, people used to call me ungrateful Say that I sin to live and that's hateful Primary, I couldn't afford kicks to play ball Now my outfit costs 32 8 balls I'm balling, literally balling Left wing balling 8 o'clock in the morning Rest of the time I'm trapping Or I'm out in the .. late night I'm rapping I'm a producer when it come to the Rambo But it ain't hooks or samples man's stabbing Sending out the love to the thotties that put back in I be beating up the .. then sending them backpacking Oi Logan, are you mad? Yeah, yeah we're inside, let me get that again Listen, that was a mad mix still We're inside, AJ Tracey, AJ from the Lane Logan Sama, Radio 1, 60 minute settings Lil Tracey EP, grab that What we saying? Know Listen, mm, mm Look, Ladbroke Grove is where I reside Man get burst up on the G side ....... face chewed off All 'cause he asked man for a 3 5 Anybody said he touched me, he lied Man thought West was a joke? He tried My block's just like a hornets nest Your block's sweet just like a beehive Wait, Golborne Road is where I get down Main get bored up in a G town Last bredda went and got his door kicked it All 'cause he tried duck man for the pounds Anybody getting chased down can't shout Walk where I wanna walk 'cause I got clout My block's just like a double shot of vodka Your block's just like a [dragon style?] Ladbroke Grove is where I re-whoo Man get burst up in the g-whoo Came back with a fresh one, it's new Don't come around for a two and a blue I don't give an uff if you're old or new I'll just yawn like blackball who? Put a couple dead MC's in the grave Like rowdy, trust you can go there too Trust me dawg you can go there three I don't ever watch F.A.C.E AJ T from MTP Nike Lab tracksuit, Nike iD Man got overly uffed in the beef Pretty sure I landed a bang to his teeth Man will get banged in his face by me Not my Bredrin, banged in the face my me You get me, all day everyday Shout out all the mandem Thank you Logan for having me on here Big up BBC yeah Lil Tracey EP out now go grab that, bap