Lord Knows Freestyle

[Verse 1: Wretch 32]

Presence felt in the church, I ain't even religious

I just made a new hymn in the name of forgiveness

Hope you feel it in your soul, let it play with your spirit

I just tell you how I roll, I get paid for my business

Every year could really be your last, shit

This year coulda ended when it started

Lose in the maddest way

Getting mad chest pains, I'm really beating my heart, shit

Still they say there's no therapy in a glass

I just say "bury me with a flask"

I am still just a pain in the arse, getting brave in the dance

Swinging my chain in my palm, dominatrix

Baby, come and roll with a star in a spaceship

I believe that having it all is just the basics

If my net allows me to ball, I'll throw it straight in

I'ma stunt for everyone on the slave ship

You'll probably hear that and get mad at me

But I just gave a year's salary to charity

My actions talk so I didn't have a speech

Get paid for syllables, a couple pound a piece

Family beg me to take a holiday

But I'ma rest in peace when I've got a way

How can my focus be getting on a plane

When it ain't economic to fly economy?

I backed up my phone to get space, had to give it room

Second time touring the game, I need bigger rooms

Now I've got a yard with some space and some bigger room

I just ate the game for my lunch, I'll have dinner soon

Picking rappers out my teeth, n****s swagger-jacking me

Swear you couldn't pay my taxes for a week

My album's on a plane, still rapping on the streets

So how the fuck are you getting on top of me, huh?

[Verse 2: Squeeks]

Lord forgive me, I've been fucking sinning

Outing pebs, counting bread, I fell in love with women

They just freed Paps out the prison

Now I'm doing tunes with Wretch, they wanna fucking listen

Man, they calling me the runner-up

I can shut down your ends without a hundred thugs

Man, I'm comfy on my strip, I gotta double up

I'ma keep bringing 'em with hits until the summer's up

Never eff another slut, bitches wanna cuddle up

Bitch, I'm a hustler, too busy cutting up

I've got a buzz, now they all wanna be him

Jawns in the drop-top, cars looking European

See me in my BM, speeding with your BM

Now your baby father's hating man, I'll see him when I see him

Pissed 'cah the Mrs wan' push my CD in

Calling me the greatest like a n***a's Ali-ing

No shortcuts, man, I'll tell 'em straight

Don't be living off my name, that's a lot of weight

I'll be pissing off the labels 'til I make a change

If you think I'm talking 'bout this money then we ain't the same

UK rap without the mix and blend

Pop's never been my friend, I don't follow trends

Me and Ratty speeding in the Benz

Man, I'm tryna cross the waters, I ain't talking Thames

I shut down your block, clean up your ends

Tryna run a marathon, I lost a lot of friends

32 shells beating off the skeng

And that's 32 bells ringing off a ten

They say I'm going in like my tag's beeping

Rap's getting me bitches, it's got a house cleaner

Yeah, I get brave, then [?]

We the reason why we got the fucking town screaming