DAVE Freestyle

[Intro]

Yeah, listen, cool, look

[Verse 1]

Walking down my road and I don't even know my ends now

Everybody's shanked up, everybody's got a skeng now

And man are tryna cotch with a jezzy

Talking about they're cocking a semi

They move rocks at the ready

See, every boy's a trapper till the shit hits the fan

And then the shit hits the walls, you're flushing bits of the raw

And every girl's a trap queen, till they kick in the door

And now you're in a station telling stories like Roald Dahl

Your man are in a holding cell, hoping that you hold out

My ends is all fucked now, got a nigga tryna cut now

I've been to the end of that road

Bruv, I've been to them graveyards

I've been to the pen for my bros

And, bruv, I've seen what a skeng does to mugs in the south

Like I've seen a shank leave a nigga's guts hanging out

Seen big straps make a whip crash, no whiplash

Big money make a big man look like a kid akh'

You ain't really from here

Armani's clean, the vision's never cloudy

So know what I'm-on-clear, you're trapping for designer

I'm in and out of Santander

On a madness doing recon for a line up

4-1-9, that's word to my Nigerian uncle up in Lagos

No favours for the paper

Bring all your guys and you can lose that war

You bring a burner to the beef, I'll make you use that corn

You bring a turner to the madness, you could lose that corn

My Leicester niggas have you missing, that's some uni-corn

School they never rated, girls call me a money man

The yutes call me a paigon

[Bridge]

But I've never been a witness like Jehovah

So I couldn't tell you my involvement, from sticks to revolvers

I've never been no victim to them olders

So I can't disclose what the holder gets

You have to ask my older friends

Never been a witness like Jehovah

So I couldn't tell you my involvement, from sticks to revolvers

I've never been no victim to them olders

So I can't disclose what the holder gets

You have to ask my older friends

[Verse 2]

For half dark, half light, get it for a calm price

Hanging out the passy, like Heath Ledger in The Dark Knight

What the fuck's a one-on-one? Fighting fucking punch to punch

I'll boot you in your face, bruv, I won't ever watch my darg fight

The fuck you gonna tell me that you love me

Gave my boys my square and they still tried to bump me

That was way back, I had to switch the game up

Now I got springs in my 110's, and springs in that—

They gave my brother 18 for a fucking murder

A knife crime, the lifetime, the whole sentence he's serving

Now in my chest, my brother knows it's burning

Them visits had me crying, had me whelping, had me taking pills to help it

Looking, thinking who am I?

Trust, you never knew this guy

Grandma died, had my mother stricken, talking suicide

Trust me I don't say that shit

Why I never rate these kids

My mum was on a madness, you ain't never seen no pain like this

I know you niggas feel this

Brother putting on a brave face for the visit

But I know my brother feels it

And my brother don't reveal it, nah

My brother don't reveal it

Taking life from my mother, my brothers don't wanna steal it

But this track's got me on a rage

My brother's stressed out, a man can see it in his face

Like man can see it in his eyes, he's holding back the tears

That judge moving like a Mayan, holding back them years

They done my brother dirty

Doing hard time, he didn't even do the dirties

But I can't say much, 'cause certain man are snitches, and certain man are bitches

And certain girls are witches, and Wale was a witness

Put their shanks in my brother's back, how's that fair?

Gave Scalez 16, and, bruv, he wasn't even there

Case was all banter till junior got cancer

And mums got sick, and tales got told

And then the paint wore off, and true colours got shown

And certain man go free, and all the real niggas don't

So, shout out Lewis and shout out Serge

Now I'm rolling with an arghh that will get man, arghh

What? Like Wale, I'ma get you down

A couple man they wanna get you, I'ma get you first

I'ma get you last, and I'ma get you well

And show you snitching motherfuckers just why you don't tell

So how the fuck you gonna tell me that you hate me?

When I was dead broke, they still bumped me on my AC's

I've never had dough, them niggas laughed, they wouldn't rate me

Now the trainers on my feet are minimum like three-eighty, what?

'Cause I'm Prada boy now, I'm money boy now

I'm piano boy now, I'm Mr. Duck a Man Down

Mr. Fucking Stop Asking, how I get my P's in

Asking for a bring in, none of you brought me in

Brother fuck a fake friend, why you fucking riding for?

I've got a couple people that I'd die for

Ride out, lights out

My brothers pulling strings from up in High Down

To get you skied before the sky down

Look at this guy now