Top Freestyle

(Mason) Uh, it's lonely at the top, lot of people are watchin' and want me to flop I'm tellin' the kids, if I can do it then anyone can, cah I came from nothin' One stop and search away from the block In this life, I don't feel fear, only man that can make me afraid is God, uh Negative press on the shade room, anythin' good, it don't make the blogs They didn't sit at the table when it was chicken shop Now it's steak and lobster edamame and Pan-Asian cod My first bedroom smaller than a jail cell Now the crib's on a ten-acre plot First time I committed a crime was petty I couldn't afford what the trainers cost First time I sold crack, I was just 16 Witnessin' that at that age was wrong Detached myself from every emotion, hopin' I'll get my paper long One brick phone, one iPhone, no SIM, listenin' to the same old song I'm jumpin' the barriers, if the inspector get on the train, I'm gone Now the whip that I'm in's an impatient one Put my foot on the gas when the light goes amber Try touch me and guns will shoot, we don't do kung fu and fight like Panda My guy's a convicted criminal, so he gotta hide from cameras All of my bitches pretty as hell, I can start up a beauty pageant How'd I end up all the way in Clapham, I started my day in NW2 Deliverin' food direct to your door, you can leave a review like Deliveroo Sticks outside for a special occasion, nank on hip that's everyday shit Gotta thank God that I never did, dark and light, did sell it in twos Before I got the invite to Mike Rubin's all-white party, 4th of July I was sat in the trap with a pack all night, cocaine fragrance, weren't dressed in white Fifteen minutes away from the shot, but I said that I'd get there in less than five It gives me the ick when girls come around and try too hard to impress the guys I sat and I told the Sony exec', "If you give me a ten for a tape, I'll sign" (uh) Everything's gonna come to an end, when I counted an M, I was on cloud nine If it weren't rap, I would've been a pimp, I look at a bitch and I see pound signs Plus one thousand aurae, even if I don't talk, they'll feel our vibe Label execs don't care if we're murderers long as your catalogue's bringin' in revenue They'll sign you and when you go broke and end up in jail, they're quick to forget you I can't worry 'bout album sales, I got serious shit that I'm tryin' to get through How can they talk down on my name for tryna get paid, I'm playin' a chess move GTA, I'm usin' cheat codes, cheat at school in exams, I'm fucked I cheat on my wife, but how can you blame me? I cheated life I weren't supposed to make it this far, I got no grades, I ain't even wise Walk down Uxbridge Road, I reckon that one in three of these people high Supply and demand, that's how I get by, she tellin' me how a trap boy's her type I'm tryna not get too used to the life, I'm stayin' inside, avoidin' the hype So many gyal that are wantin' to fuck, I'm turnin' them down, they're wonderin' why I'm nonchalant, not shy, my entourage top five, I'm probably one of the I've gotta be one of the greats I'll get number one album, easy, it's not like the bar's set high these days I came in the scene at an all-time low I don't know, but I think I revived the game I've been prayin' that times will change Premeditatin' a graceful exit, in the meantime, I'll try maintain Alright (Mason)