Rather Be (Freestyle)

What they know about street heat?

I'm in the manor where the shots go beep beep

Skirt skirt on a bitch, then I skeet skeet

You was on my timeline begging for a retweet

I was living in Peckham, shopping at East Street

After church with Nanny before my peak teens

RA and YO sold me street dreams

Remember when I tried to smoke paper and tea leaves?

Nowadays it's all bang bang, Chief Keef

Fuck a dart, fuck it up but I'm from east please

I will tell a [?] around me like a Boris bike

And give you CS gas if you're on a hype

Married to the grind - hell ya, I've got a wife

Hear my attitude, hell yeah I’m not polite

I'm meeting fans that are telling me that I'm such a guy

Bitches saying "you should be further" and they wonder why

I do too and I ain't gotta lie

But I'm living for my brother, he ain't gonna die

In a world where I'm black so they're colour blind

Only seeing Miley, Justin Bieber and them other guys

Still get gassed off the summertime

Buy a quick ped for a grand and I'm gonna ride

Sun's out, I see them hoes skinning up

But that ain't loyal, they're everybody's - not one of mine

I spit with precision, fuck all that other hype

Killing the riddim and getting love alike

I'm a challenged like cinnamon if you're gonna try

Hope you've got a friend with good advice you could run it by

You ain't shooting like them white kids in Columbine

When you wearing that mask like it's horror time

You're a gangster, it's time to do some gangster shit

Court violated 9, you ain't on a hype

Uh, but let me switch it

I've been trill, got a holler seed for a visit

I never had a one-liner, never had a gimmick but

I still got bitches on my stick, no Quidditch

Nobody's fake and everybody's the realest

And everybody raps but none of them niggas kill it

So I'm in Newham banging movers song ringtone

Liquor in my cup tell him S did you bill it?

Never can you haters give an F about a critic

Singing German Whip but you're cruising in a Civic

See the way I go on everything I spit? I live it

And I could get naan, I ain't gotta drill the digits

OE OEBs you already know that’s who my clique is

Never snake my nigga for the money and the bitches

I'm in stony jeans, you are Primark fitted

Like your stepmother I be going on wicked

You could get pitched fam, you don't wanna kick it

Thought I couldn't fuck your girl till I did it

The game's gone washed, I can't really say I'm in it

I'm on the outside tryna tell you how I'm living

So now I got a OEB chick

I put my gas in her bra cos the police be quick but

These rappers ain't showing me shit

He hyped on Twitter, took a stroll to his crib

Yeah, I'm overly sick

And I love [?] like nobody did

The ends aren't washed, can't go to E6 plus

Plus Stelfs at Priory can’t go where he lives

I've got drive, I could chauffeur these kids

Wanna talk show? Then I open these kids

Sit em at a table like they're supposed to be drinks

Try and tell em 'bout life, they probably won't believe shit

Cause everybody's so gassed, I gotta take a sec

Take a right but everybody's tryna take a left

The road less traveled is the hardest

Easier being like everybody else and throw away respect

Active, catch a body, that's the major step

Join a gang and put your mother through some major stress

Uh, that's how it goes round here but

Max got uncountable flows round here, yeah