Uptown

[Verse] Look, yo My name's French and I can take you to that Neverland Baby you might never land Maybe that's the reason my brother's friends made me peddle grams I'd never ever rep a gang but all my brothers repping gangs I'm so anti in my music, I'm so devil man I call these girls I'll fuck again Blue lights and I duck again Only family, fuck a friend My brother, we the fucking man I'm a wired lifer I've got brothers I'd die for They say "French you need to write more" Imma do that shit like times four I roll it twice Try me then you're rolling dice I got this baddie all up on me guess I'm holding prize Drop the moves on a couple crops I need that money heist I guess we live it how we get it bro my music flies And I've got issues in my head tryna make it work But people are the problem for me G I swear they make it worse Could be snake and could be snitchin' bro this really hurts Maybe even hiding from their truth I swear this shit's a curse I'm fucking blessed Diamond out of rubble dirt I'm making money off this rap shit like I'm Lil Durk They're making money off some cap shit bro that's every word I'm getting lost up in some madness from the day of birth I'm fucking blessed Diamond out of rubble dirt I'm making money off this rap shit like I'm Lil Durk They're making money off some cap shit bro that's every word Look These little pussies caught me lacking with their flip knives Now walk my dog with my shank So come and try me little dickhead I turn this kid into a man And I ain't ran from no beef I've got swingers and shanks If you beef I've got an army not your regular gang We're not your regular man I've got travelers to road boys It's only real ones Done their faces up in broke toys When I was trappin' never rappin' for that dough, boy When I was trappin' never rappin' for that dough, boy This is real shit I just want a baddie with some real tits I kept it clean but I can switch it back like- Have you even held a real clip? Brother can you feel this? Have you even held a real clip? Brother can you feel this? I was raised by the travelers Came from the barriers Essex is where my heart freed up- Still the carrier I was trappin' at a youngen for that bust-down Though I be linking her in Chelsea for that Uptown Baby tryna fuck but she can't get it, tryna cut now I grab a 'chete for that crop, I'm tryna cut down I'm getting jammed up in this barrel tryna buss rounds Fuck it, I'm sailing to that paper like I can't drown And still I'm real to the code I done bang hard, trap yards with all my bros But now I spit bars, rap hard straight to the dome Now I spit bars, rap hard straight to the- [808]