Clavish - 100MPH Freestyle x3 lyrics

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I love my life
But I hate it at the same time
I lost my close friend
And I'm hurtin' 'cause it's not fair
If I was still shottin' where you shot
You couldn't shot there
Said she can't stand me
Someone tell her cop chairs
And how much Dior runners I got
That I do not wear
Colombia's down for the thirty
And he's not scared his wrist works
Been through more whips than Top Gear
A real one's hard to find
A bad bitch is not rare
You ain't hit your opp block
But you been hittin' your girl
My P-U-B's a quarter mill in the mail
I'll make it further than you
Why? 'Cah I'm willin' to fail
Even if that means sittin' in jail
Oh well, I bought a car for my little sis'
A Dinger for the gang
We cut ties with niggas that sing
But it's different where you hang
Went from Corsas to Corse
But it's different in the Lamb'
I try chest shot, he blocked it
So I chinged him in his hand
No, I don't see eye to eye
With them silly little tramps
I'll probably still put my blacks on
With a milli' in the bank
With a milli' on my wrist
And a million in cash
I'll sleep better when I hear
Chak turned into some ash
My manager says I'm stupid for
Still rollin' with a scram
I hate explainin' myself and I
Don't think he'll understand
#### got got the same day that
He was trollin' on the 'Gram
Your violations get slept on
Cah you're no one in your camp
I'm top two, and it's been that
Lil' bro can't fight to save his life
But with his knife
They might give you a shit bag
Might give you a bad day or
Give your mum bad news
My hoodie cost a bag three
My runners cost a bag two
Pussy you just chat static
Fuckin' on his BM
Got her breathin' like she asthmatic
Leave him with a face scar
So you can see my shank damage
He ain't worth turnin' cabbage
I can make the yola vanish, bring it back
Crack magic four pipe, my whip fartin'
Can't bring Dimma Hatton Garden
Last time we did
He try pop a chain disregardin'
Niggas tryna sign out early
But I'm in regardless
'Cause if I slip one time
That could be the darkest moment
Paid fifty for my watch
I'll pay more for his head back
All my hoes holdin' grudges
'cause I ain't givin' head back
The same day you buy it
Same day you gotta test that
I ain't lookin' after yours
Cah I ain't tryna be a stepdad
Been a shiesty yout way before
I ever had sex, akh
If I give you back half
Then I beg you just respect that
Beg you don't call my phone like Ciian
Can't get the rest back
Before major comebacks
There's always minor setbacks
If you don't grind
I'll assume nothin's what you wanna be
Hoes see me on the menu, and say "Course
That's what I wanna eat
'Course that's what I wanna beat, " for me
She's a proper freak
Give me jaw and ride my dick properly
Apart from waps
I'm tryna invest into some property
And stay away from guys that
Think life's a game, monopoly
One hundred racks in jewels
You're basically the lottery
To bring my niggas on tour
They don't know what it's costin' me
Tell my AR, "Bring the woosh"
Them Rick Owen boots
The quickest way for her to shush
I already got the puss', a little pull
A little push he started runnin' off
He only saw my bally and my hood
I got so much of it
My cousins think I've got
A pattern with Celine and that I'm lyin'
When I say that I do no get it for free
You would think my watch is in jail
My AP's on the freeze
You would think her legs don't work
She's always on her knees
You would think I had no friends
I was always with the fiends
Ten, fifty, then a hundred racks
Was always in my dreams
Minimum a flick knife
That was always in my jeans
My niggas not no pedophile, but
He's always around a teen, seven
Out here with nothin'
Then you probably wanna see Heaven
Carry on, gwaan, like you don't need weapon
If Jo ever got caught, for the time
He done three cheffings
By the time he came home
It would've been P-7
HMP's the only time I'm watchin' Keith Lem
Won't see me on WhatRappersWore in
All black with cheap leathers
Really I should be in Paris, skinny fit
Clean steppers number plates already hot
And plus we've got like three peppers
I don't wanna be in jail, phone sex
Read letters
Loopz always got his gun on him
He don't need wetters
But what I need is a girl
That loves me for me not for my VVs
Or the fact that I've got silly Ps
Hit her like twice, but she is not my lover
Billie Jean tryna tell my youngin' that I
Love to stop sippin' lean
Negative to positive
That's how I made my mummy proud
Then back to negative, when they try to come
Outside my mummy's house
I put mummy on a flight
Used to take out mummy's knife
I'm a GOAT in the 6
I put that on my mummy's life
I could never be a bum
I would've wasted mummy's time
When she carried me for nine months
She deserves a lick back
Rollie on my nigga's wrist
Didn't pay for it, he licked that
Didn't pray for it
Just told a pussy boy to unclip that
Nina try introduce me to some
Hoes in his mansion
But little did he know, CLA already hit that
Got more motion than your whole gang
Murder on my mind
I probably get that from my old man
'Course you can hold dick
But I ain't tryna hold hands
The way I fill her up
You would think she had a low tank and no
I won't rap about no murders
That I weren't involved in
They do it all the time
To me that's some joke ting
Me and Crash me the hood hot
Cah we done a pokin'
Left his top red and white
Like the flag of Poland
If YB was still alive
He'd need F1 plus a whole rex
I know he's up in Heaven
Probably tryna make the coke stretch
Free my jail niggas, doin' pull ups
Gettin' no sex and free my opps
The with no canteen and no creps
A few used to diss me when I was bruck
But, I'ma drop eighty on a chain
To show I've leveled up
I see bro push it so deep
He got his metal stuck
The things I've got are never luck
Me and her did never fuck
Yo, my next purchase gotta be
A sheen with a whistle
I bet you these bullets don't tickle
If I weren't trappin
I was robbin' like Thickle my point threes
Like they could've been Skittles
I'm pullin' strings
Could've done my ting with a guitar
Cheffed a boy in his back
And turned my block to Qatar
I'm in a Dawn with my day one
Wishin' on a star and a scorps, big racks
I used to re-up on a half
Confused why I never see you
When it's time to ride
But always when it's time to hide
Never tell the truth
But always hear you when it's time to lie
Life's changed
I phone up my niggas like "It's time to fly"
I tell my label I'm a dripper
I don't need a stylist
Would've made her bae
But she's been runnin' up her mileage
Same way I run it up in Knightsbridge
Can't forget when I was runnin'
On the night shift demons on my block
Might leave their flicky where your eyes is
And run if you see them demons
On a motorcycle with a hi-vis cLA