2019 FREESTYLE

[Intro] Yeah Uh, uh, bet Cool Nigga I come from North, North Weezy, North Weezy, North Weezy, N7, NW1, Cool [Verse] Nigga I come from, N7, NW1 Mums moved me out the sticks to, moved me LU1 Surrounding myself with nigga's who live and die by the gun Live and die by the shanks Talk shit get bun Talk shit get spun If you move Fooly On the blocka posted with niggas that move unruly Bagging up at a white tings yard, look like Me Julie Tryna mask the smell of Sinsemilla with Patchouli Moving four Zeds in one hour the plug reward me I just moved like five more before the nigga caught me Making music in thе trap, nobody want support me I kept the woosh up in my bag that's why nobody taught mе Outser make skrilla Mumsy call me back home for dinner Smell my backpack she moving inner She understand her son gon' be a winner But I been in bed poppin' on Xans listening to Tiller, like Bryson Riding round' in a dinger with no license Jugging outside Mickey D's looking out for Trident Still saying fuck feds & Trident Dual-Sim trap phone, both of the SIMS are Lyca Two appliances in my sock, one dark and lighter Nitty bring me coins but shit add up to a fiver Blonde ting sniff the yay like Michelle Pfeiffer Make her hold a pack and a shank but i won't wife her YG moved up on the block, serving TT light in his sock Serving TT bud up on the block On the strip look out for opps On the strip look out for cops, they put my nigga's all up in a box Then kick em' out say "Get a job" But it's too hard outside, that's why my nigga shots No it's not, calm outside, that's why my nigga shots But don't lose the recipe before you lose the plot My OG sold me recipes and I just used the plot Now it's OT settings, I'm abusing pots Told bro close them blinds and don't look at the clock Cuz' we're not leaving this fucker till we're sold and gone Got shanked and now he's gone It's fucked up, but now he's gone I remember he said, remind me where you're from He was peeping on my shit, he was peeping on my songs He said remind them nigga's where you're really from N7, NW1 that's where I'm really from I was sleeping in tents with punks where I'm really from Kept the shank at my old bitch crib, that what i was on She said I pissed her off and I should stick to making songs She said I pissed her off when I was poppin' Xannies strong PTSD why I'm always poppin' hella strong I don't talk to my pops, sucks we don't get along Hope he hears my songs and realizes he raised a don Real don dada, real top shotter Teddy Bruckshot with the shotta Shotgun pumpy, fuck around leave him up stumpy Weed coming in packs like gumby Polish connect bringing in the shit Polish connect bald he look like Humpty Dumpty Moving brick just like, Pitbull puppies Kway back then brother, I was so hungry Facts