I'M Freestyle

I'M Freestyle

Slim

Альбом: I'M Freestyle
Длительность: 3:22
Год: 2025
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I speak money and I speak it properly
With the white boys in Spain but I'm speaking cockney
Me and Dange in a bando by the beach in Pompey
How I spent most my teens just feeding zombies
I had sales on the lane just like Del Boy and Rodney
With a bulge in my pocket, you can tell that it's on me
My weed phone ripping, you can smell something on me
If you ain't on your game, you better go smell the coffee and wake up
The money never came 'til I changed up
Ayy, new year, it's new me on the same stuff

I came home, I hit the trap in the same month
Them youngens getting nicked out of town so they blamed us
Like what example am I setting for the kids?
I don't know but ten ton is the pressure on the brick
I was young, kinda dumb, tryna sell it from the crib
And when the work never dried, I went and left it in the fridge
I was serving from the shop just like Kenan and Kel
The money make me happy like my name was Pharrell
I was sitting down in class, I was missing all my cells
Then three o'clock came and I got saved by the bell

You can't pick and choose the sort of life you wanna live
Before I sat down with Posty, I was signed to the strip
I had the streets going hard to the life that we live
And now they're asking me for pics and
To sign on their kicks, it's gone mad
Dirty bricks cheap and on tap
I would've brought you to the grind, you ain't on that
I would've brought work from you, you ain't got that
I would've given you waps but you would've shot that
You're only kidding yourself

Looking back, eighteen, I was a kid in a cell
They asked me what's wrong, I ain't feeling myself
The only way I find peace nowadays is hitting my sales
I asked them for advice but I did it myself
Dex showed me how to mix and then I whipped it myself
I brought Jay to the kitchen and he did it as well
Like the work's gotta sell, it can't sit on the shelf
'Cause I got it on the arm and I'm running up a tab
When the hustle went slow, I was looking for a blag
I couldn't ever chill, I was looking for a cat

I asked him does he smoke then I put it in his hand, that's a tester
Ayo, Rocky, Stallone, Sylvester
I want Wraith, bill a phone in Leicester
I'm in Manny but I'm flying to Chester
You can't throw all of your eggs up
You gotta take all of your chances
I'm with my daughter and I'm shopping in Marks'
You gotta put your eggs in your basket
You gotta fill your gun with a cartridge
'Cah my name's too clean to be taking any cheques

Yeah, he thought he was a G, I was taking his respect
I had a toothbrush in jail with a razor in the end
Any funny thing said, I'ma place it in his neck
I'm ready to go like I'm waiting on the steps
Truth is you don't know who will make it in the end
And the money feels better when you make it with your friends
But you start getting more and they be hating in the end

And life's like a game, you gotta play it like it's chess
They say I'm too bait to be naked in the ends
I don't mean any harm but they take it out of depth
I respect a man more when you say it with your chest

Product of environment, need early retirement
I'm fed up of flying 'em but fit the requirement
I see the assignment and kept on grinding
Ayy, free all the lifers that's stuck in confinement