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-

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