Freestyle (Semtex)

Young, black, intelligent

But don't ever tell it

Quick to turn around and tell you, that he wouldn't make it

Forget what the teacher says, its all on the blackboard

He gon' make a livin, all of out this damn chalk

He wants bricks for a mortgage

For those who put upon a pavement

Rocks up in his Benz's, for those he put up in his (pause)

Gold grills for when he smile, to go and make a statement

Cah he held it silent, every time it was in the station

I didn't wake up to this man, i done put the work in

I asked you, how could you doubt me?

Couldn't answer the question

Four siblings, one room; you don't know that shame

West ham just released my brother, you don't know that pain

I'm markin weed with my bro

Cah he serve more on a plate

7am they kick the door down, they're shoutin' out your dads name

Its like the fifth time, in five years to try wipe him out the game

You don't know bout' livin lavish

Then one day it all changed

I lost a family member, every year like three years straight

Four years, my mother still ain't seen my grandmothers grave

And i just booked her a flight, to make all that change

Shots to my sister, in like six years [?]

Man someone tell her that i miss her, i still love her the same

All these don peri-ons, couldn't drive my pain

I move the O out of young, and that's the remain Bane

Man i always pull up in the dark

Watch how i make this change

So when i start flexing, don't ask me why

Im'a go and cop a neckless, don't ask me why

Im'a drop that top in the winter, don't ask me why

So don't ask me why

You rappin' for a fashion, cah you seen a man do it

I'm rappin' in so way that you would shit my nizzit[?]

But if it doesn't pay off my nizzit

I put the mic time, banaclava season

You just sayin' it, but we really straight outta that gutter

Oh you thought it was a joke, screamin' that I'm from favela

Council houses, estates

Boy in the [?] kitchen plates

Me and you not the same

Lord help me make a way

For my family's sake, I put my pride to the grave

To - they tryna money - eh

Tryna - ah [?] ah

Active really or come out

These niggas send me death threats

I walk around on my lonelies, I still ain't dead yet

Look you couldn't talk to me about no paigons

Cah we the only yungin's bring foreign's on Freemasons

Hermit road, we park Mercedes and Rove Rangers

I went from Butchers road, to shutting down stages

And I can guarantee that they got Mover on their playlist

It's eight bills just to tie some laces

And you can have your woman back dawg

Because she's basic

If this was a Fire in the Booth, man I cremate it

Cleared my mum's debt at 18 - rate me

I grew up in favela, how the hell could I stay clean?

Posted on PRMI, they hold -

You act bold here and his - will split your -

I'm tired of rap lies, everybody seem 36

I'm tired of Instagram, everybody seems to be rich

But we on now, the games a bitch

I beat her up, might aswell be Chris Brown

She used to air me now, but I be the one she rings now

Never gave me credit, but she rings when I touch her tight

When I touch her tight

Hey listen, learn from those who did it before you

Put your money where you mouth is, went and put in on my tooth

Learn from those who did it before you

Peaches copped another range, my hitter that makes two

I wanna see the books, I done seen the paper

Cah everybody stares, when your swags elevated

I'm a killer wit' the swag, i could rock some Chucky Taylor's

I know she wid the coach, she used to kick it wit' the players

We'll recognize who's real, now who the hell is you?

I'm on some next ish', i can't come number two

I'm so number one, and yeah I'm the don

Them gyal love me, mi nuh care bout' you

When Wretch dropped Be Cool, i said i'm so three two

Man i can't stop watching, i got these females clockin'

Still hugo bossin', Stone cold stunnin

The say they gonna ride me, when they see me and they doing nothin

So I'm Vivian Westwood on my head boppin'

I got some Jordan's on i'm creppin'

I got a rolly on, i got your female clockin'