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