Ard Adz - Freestyle (NFTR) lyrics
Ard Adz
[Ard Adz - Freestyle NFTR lyrics]
One life, live it well
We don't live and tell
I'd rather pack my bags up and live in cells
If you rolling with a bitch
You a bitch as well
If you rolling with a snitch
You a snitch as well
No slipping, even I know that
I've seen some brothers with
Their eyes rolled back
I hope they're resting in the sky though
Akh
With some iPhone app
To upload a 'once-Iwas-alive' throwback
Yo, my brother D lost his sight
But he's getting on with life
He's the flipping truth
Most man are bitches
And they're bitching about a missing tooth
And if you're talking about humans
With some lion hearts
Both the are living proofs
We smoke ganja, but we sold plenty
My brothers popping crazy wheelies
Off the 'No Entry'
Because we unruly
Your gun jamming cause your gun stally
About 'nap me, you'll never see the ransom
Just a couple of angry brothers
Letting off some hand tings
Some big dotty shells
Or some shells out the magnum
It's real like that
I'm spitting gully cause I feel like that
About pill me, get peaked right back
Cause yo
In the hood shit's crazy man remain the same
The feds are pissed when I'm changing lanes
You little living bitch, living snitch
If you ever told, you better dig a ditch
I can flip a pack or I can flip a script
I got snaked by my brother so
Now I'm in the hood, strapped
With a pocket of weed
Them man are like some cats
I had 'em up in a tree
About you roll with a vest
I put a hole in your leg
When the feds come
I'm turning into Bolt in the flesh
It's like
Nike trainers on with my Nike coat
I'll spin a new rapper with my 90s flow
If you don't need the mash
Let your akh use it
This is rap music, none of that dab music
I've never sent off an essay
I love my team, and I defend 'em like Pepe
Smoke a likkle weed
And then bang a likkle reggae
I was cutting through the fields
I hope they free my brother MA
I'd rather hit the masjid, not a rave
Fuck a poking
I'd rather dash some acid in your face
It's getting peak out here
It's getting deep out here
I treat my brother's beef like it
Was my beef out here
Look, I'm on a bike
The plates ain't known to DVLA
Hella cases, always sit and pray I see NFA
I hit the roads in Year 11
With the black D and A
They hit my brother with a 7, cause of my DNA
Fast money's good, cause a pension is far
Fuck the judge who sentenced my darg
Blud, you said you won't snitch
But the feds had you talking in the
Station for an hour like at NFTR
You little pussy
We don't live and tell
I'd rather pack my bags up and live in cells
If you rolling with a bitch
You a bitch as well
If you rolling with a snitch
You a snitch as well
No slipping, even I know that
I've seen some brothers with
Their eyes rolled back
I hope they're resting in the sky though
Akh
With some iPhone app
To upload a 'once-Iwas-alive' throwback
Yo, my brother D lost his sight
But he's getting on with life
He's the flipping truth
Most man are bitches
And they're bitching about a missing tooth
And if you're talking about humans
With some lion hearts
Both the are living proofs
We smoke ganja, but we sold plenty
My brothers popping crazy wheelies
Off the 'No Entry'
Because we unruly
Your gun jamming cause your gun stally
About 'nap me, you'll never see the ransom
Just a couple of angry brothers
Letting off some hand tings
Some big dotty shells
Or some shells out the magnum
It's real like that
I'm spitting gully cause I feel like that
About pill me, get peaked right back
Cause yo
In the hood shit's crazy man remain the same
The feds are pissed when I'm changing lanes
You little living bitch, living snitch
If you ever told, you better dig a ditch
I can flip a pack or I can flip a script
I got snaked by my brother so
Now I'm in the hood, strapped
With a pocket of weed
Them man are like some cats
I had 'em up in a tree
About you roll with a vest
I put a hole in your leg
When the feds come
I'm turning into Bolt in the flesh
It's like
Nike trainers on with my Nike coat
I'll spin a new rapper with my 90s flow
If you don't need the mash
Let your akh use it
This is rap music, none of that dab music
I've never sent off an essay
I love my team, and I defend 'em like Pepe
Smoke a likkle weed
And then bang a likkle reggae
I was cutting through the fields
I hope they free my brother MA
I'd rather hit the masjid, not a rave
Fuck a poking
I'd rather dash some acid in your face
It's getting peak out here
It's getting deep out here
I treat my brother's beef like it
Was my beef out here
Look, I'm on a bike
The plates ain't known to DVLA
Hella cases, always sit and pray I see NFA
I hit the roads in Year 11
With the black D and A
They hit my brother with a 7, cause of my DNA
Fast money's good, cause a pension is far
Fuck the judge who sentenced my darg
Blud, you said you won't snitch
But the feds had you talking in the
Station for an hour like at NFTR
You little pussy