blackbox freestyle

walkin' down my road and i don't even know my ends now

everybody's shanked up

everybody's got a skeng now

and man are tryna' kotch with a jezzy

talkin' bout their cock and a semi

they move rocks n' are ready

see

every boy's a trapper till the shit hits the fan

and then the shit hits the wall

your flushing bits with the raw

and every girls a trap queen

till they kickin' the door

and now you're in the station telling stories like roald dahl

your man are in a holdin' cell

hoping that you hold out

my ends is all fucked now

gotta' nigga tryn'a cut now

i've been to the end of that road

bruv i've been to them graveyards

i've been to the pen for my bro's

and bruv i've seen what a skeng does to mugs in the south

like i've seen a shank leave a nigga's guts hangin' out

seeing big straps

make a whip crash no whiplash

big money

make a big man look like a kid akh

you ain't really from here

armani's clean

the vision's never cloudy

so know

what i'm moncler

you're trapping for designer

i'm in and out of santander

on a madness doing recon for a line up

4-1-9 that's word to my nigerian uncle up in lagos

no favors for the paper

bring all your guys you could lose that war

you bring a burner to the beef

i'll make you use that corn

you bring a turner to the madness

you could lose that corn

man that's the nigga's have you missin' that's some u-nicorn

school they never rated

girls call me a money man

the yutes call me a paigon

but i've never been a witness like jehovah

so i couldn't tell you my involvement

from sticks to revolvers

i've never been no victim to them olders

so i can't disclose what the holder gets you

have to ask my older friends

never been a witness like jehovah

so i couldn't tell you my involvement

from sticks to revolvers

i've never been no victim to them olders

so i can't disclose what the holder gets you

have to ask my older friends

for half dark

half light

get it for a calm price

hangin' out the pass seat

like heath ledger in the dark knight

what the fuck is a one on one

fighting fuckin' punch to punch

i'll boot you in your face bruv

i won't ever watch my darg fight

the fuck

you gonna tell me that you love me

gave my boys my square

they still tried to bump me

that was way back

i had to switch the game up

now i got springs in my 110

and springs in that. they gave my brother 18 for a fucking murder

a knife crime

the lifetime

the whole sentence he servin'

now in my chest

my brother knows it's burning

them visits had me crying

had me whelping

had me taking pills to help it

lookin' thinking who am i?

truss you never knew this guy

grandma died

had my mother strict 'n' talkin' suicide

truss me i don't say that shit

why? i never rate these kids

my mum was on a madness

you ain't never seen no pain like this

i know you niggas feel this

brother puttin' on a brave face for this visit

but i know my brother feels it

and my brother don't reveal it

nah

my brother don't reveal it

take a life

for my mother

my brother

don't wanna steal it

but

this tracks got me on a rage

my brothers stressed out

i man can see it in his face

and man can see it in his eyes

he's holding back the tears

that judge movin' like a mion

holdin' back them years

they done my brother dirty

doin' hard time

he didn't even do the dirties

but i can't say much

cause' certain man are snitches

and certain man are bitches

and certain girls are witches

and wale was a witness

put their shanks in my brothers back

how's that fair?

gave skells 16

and bruv he wasn't even there

case was all banter

until junior got cancer

and mum's got sick

and tales got told

and then the paint wore off

and true colors got shown

and certain man go free

and all the real nigga's don't

so

shout out lewis

and shout out serge

now i'm rolling with an 'arghh' that will get man 'arghh'

what? like wale

i'm a get you down

a couple man they wanna get you

i'm a get you first

i'm a get you last

and i'm a get you well

and show you snitching motherfuckers

just why you don't tell

so how the fuck you gonna tell me that you hate me?

when i was dead broke

they still bumped me on my ac's

i've never had doe

them niggas laughed

they wouldn't rate me

now the trainers on my feet

are like minimum like 380

what? cause' i'm prada boy now

i'm money boy now

i'm piano boy now

i'm mr duck a man down

mr fuckin' stop asking

how i get my p's in

askin' for a bringin

none of you brought me in

brother fuck a fake friend

why you fuckin' ridin' for?

got a couple people that i'd die for

ride out

lights out

my brothers pullin' strings from up in hide down

to get you skied before the sky down

look at the sky now