Morgue Freestyle

[Intro]

Okay

Listen

Young gun

Yeah, hold tight the Wile House family

Okay, only 15 but still

Okay, listen

Yeah, yeah

[Verse]

Down you go, up, I'm rolling

Just like clips, my lyrics are loading

When I spit bars, start exploding

Should I be a big star soon, I'll be rolling

Off-road wheels with chrome in

Up I go, down you're strolling

Please stop moaning, young gun, see you won't win it

Just young and you won't win it

Every odd day you will catch me wearing Wile Out

Young gun, see, it's so minor

Make space for the newcomer

I'm only fifteen but the top young gunner

Why? Practice makes perfect (Straight)

If you can't do it, be strong and just firm it

Just like me, learn it

Nowadays give me a track, I'll burn it (Yeah)

I remember I used to write eight-bar lyrics

Now I write sixteens about my life

I'm only fifteen, I want a lot in my life (Lot in my life)

Just fuck him, I wanna eat pies

So don't come with that shit cause your lyrics are lies (Lies mate)

Be smart and think wise

Notice when I spit, I don't chat shit

So don't come with that shit (I've had enough of that shit)

Speak that shit

I've had enough of your shit, it stinks, get out of it