Freestyle (Semtex)

Young, black, intelligent But don't ever tell it Quick to turn around and tell you, that he wouldn't make it Forget what the teacher says, its all on the blackboard He gon' make a livin, all of out this damn chalk He wants bricks for a mortgage For those who put upon a pavement Rocks up in his Benz's, for those he put up in his (pause) Gold grills for when he smile, to go and make a statement Cah he held it silent, every time it was in the station I didn't wake up to this man, i done put the work in I asked you, how could you doubt me? Couldn't answer the question Four siblings, one room; you don't know that shame West ham just released my brother, you don't know that pain I'm markin weed with my bro Cah he serve more on a plate 7am they kick the door down, they're shoutin' out your dads name Its like the fifth time, in five years to try wipe him out the game You don't know bout' livin lavish Then one day it all changed I lost a family member, every year like three years straight Four years, my mother still ain't seen my grandmothers grave And i just booked her a flight, to make all that change Shots to my sister, in like six years [?] Man someone tell her that i miss her, i still love her the same All these don peri-ons, couldn't drive my pain I move the O out of young, and that's the remain Bane Man i always pull up in the dark Watch how i make this change So when i start flexing, don't ask me why Im'a go and cop a neckless, don't ask me why Im'a drop that top in the winter, don't ask me why So don't ask me why You rappin' for a fashion, cah you seen a man do it I'm rappin' in so way that you would shit my nizzit[?] But if it doesn't pay off my nizzit I put the mic time, banaclava season You just sayin' it, but we really straight outta that gutter Oh you thought it was a joke, screamin' that I'm from favela Council houses, estates Boy in the [?] kitchen plates Me and you not the same Lord help me make a way For my family's sake, I put my pride to the grave To - they tryna money - eh Tryna - ah [?] ah Active really or come out These niggas send me death threats I walk around on my lonelies, I still ain't dead yet Look you couldn't talk to me about no paigons Cah we the only yungin's bring foreign's on Freemasons Hermit road, we park Mercedes and Rove Rangers I went from Butchers road, to shutting down stages And I can guarantee that they got Mover on their playlist It's eight bills just to tie some laces And you can have your woman back dawg Because she's basic If this was a Fire in the Booth, man I cremate it Cleared my mum's debt at 18 - rate me I grew up in favela, how the hell could I stay clean? Posted on PRMI, they hold - You act bold here and his - will split your - I'm tired of rap lies, everybody seem 36 I'm tired of Instagram, everybody seems to be rich But we on now, the games a bitch I beat her up, might aswell be Chris Brown She used to air me now, but I be the one she rings now Never gave me credit, but she rings when I touch her tight When I touch her tight Hey listen, learn from those who did it before you Put your money where you mouth is, went and put in on my tooth Learn from those who did it before you Peaches copped another range, my hitter that makes two I wanna see the books, I done seen the paper Cah everybody stares, when your swags elevated I'm a killer wit' the swag, i could rock some Chucky Taylor's I know she wid the coach, she used to kick it wit' the players We'll recognize who's real, now who the hell is you? I'm on some next ish', i can't come number two I'm so number one, and yeah I'm the don Them gyal love me, mi nuh care bout' you When Wretch dropped Be Cool, i said i'm so three two Man i can't stop watching, i got these females clockin' Still hugo bossin', Stone cold stunnin The say they gonna ride me, when they see me and they doing nothin So I'm Vivian Westwood on my head boppin' I got some Jordan's on i'm creppin' I got a rolly on, i got your female clockin'