D-Block Europe - Crib Session Freestyle lyrics

Yeah, you already know me
Hood representative
We all gon' die, the date is just tentative
Ion' even write
How they hatin' on my penmanship
Fk it na go and get your guns
Lets end this shit oh yeah, i forgot
You move with the government
Bosses garbage, your swag can't cover it
Its on everyday, i let the desi spray
Big shit, poppers, small resumes
Ya'll the reason they made the 360's
They can't make their money back off you
Too risky
I know I've been gone for a minute
Did you miss me
Top 5 dead or alive, don't forget me

What's this in my jeans
Pocket full of Queen's
Spending Lizzy on every na that's in the team


Full of loyalty, team full of loyalty
Treat my brothers like kings
Team full of royalty yeah
The bright lights, the high life
Can't wait till i can say, that's my life
Couple nas in the team they already live it
Did it done it bought the team now
They wipe their windows with it
And i'm just watching, observating
How to fing get it
And when i get it, guess what
Imma fing spend it rolls Royce Ghost i'm in
You'll fing see me in it
Got a fetish for the finer things in life
Leave on the lights i tell her
Leave on the lights i'm with her
Bad Bh turn a straight chick
And i ain't fing with you
If you ain't real na
Imma hit a mil with or without a mil ow
Imma stack it up so i can knock it down
Can't wait till i can say
"just copped another house"
Way out in the country i can't even pronounce
Private location i can't even announce
A bh is by the pool side
And it ain't even summer
Yeah they love a na cause a
Nas on the come up

And last night, we never slept
Had a blast with some bhes that we just met
But don't fret i ain't nuttin' like ex
And she was having fun so i was having fun
She was getting drunk, i had up in my lungs
I got so high it's no lie i
Swear i was floating and stuff
I got so high it's no lie i
Swear Wiz ain't fing with us
I'm exaggerating cah' that's what it does
That Californiacation pardon me i mean Dutch
I'm out in Amsterdam if you been
There then you know what's up

My na paps got nicked with a G-Pack
They gave him two and a half
I told him just eat that
You gotta plead guilty when you
Know you can't beat that
Rap style but you see me
Where all them G's at
I ride with them killers
They might not make it to Jannah
But for respecting that Skrilla
They had to send some Nas Jahannam man
So i pray for 'em nanny's getting older
She used to pray for me
I ain't seen her in time
Hope it's not too late for me
Gotta clear my mind
London ain't the place for me
I'll be in the states
Told all my bhes don't wait on me
I used to be in cunch
Riding for a couple months
Now we pull up in that foreign
And girls are with us she tell me it's love
I tell her it's lust get in her and buss
Then i'm gone for month
The first youngen standing rock at
Me up in the dot
Everyone was shretting crow that
St had to stop
Caught cases everyday i was ducking the cops
The judge said your only one
Step away from the box
You gotta turn him off
Or it have your mumzy burying you
Put you in the box
Nas tryna' change, say they take the Shahadah
But your brothers will snake you
Make your mum or make your Janazah
I'm counting these racks
I'm watching my people
Cause nas be evil and bhes deceitful
Killing it when i was rapping
With my brother Ben
Praying for my hitters judge
Tryna' give Gutta 10 ion' know these nas
In my own ends thinking I
Don't know these nas
I could have my na dead they put holes in nas
Or tell pancake to go round
And soak these nas
Now we 'bout to rave Gucci
For what it's worth
Told Lil Bantan don't worry
We'll make it work
To be anything big you gotta take a risk
Bhes see me shopping in Westfield
And wanna take a pic
Woke up this morning lemme tell
You how i feel pockets ain't big enough
I need to make a mill
Alpo and nas, nas snake for real
Tell the record label 100 bags
And ill take the deal
Yeah, still the same me
Catch me with a white girl like H3
They say i spit effortlessly like Jay-Z
See me with a Hublot, Rolly, Carty yeah or AP
Yeah, she said i need a grand take 3
You need the best rapper in the game, take me
Can introduce you to some parts
Of life you ain't seen i'm doing shit
Your dad can't do and i ain't even 18
Yeahteengot her wetting her jeans

I turn thoughts into money
Money into clothes got European swag
Margiela on my toes
And addiction for these whes
Got me smelling like a mil
But i'm feeling like more
So imma take over, till they know me na
I ain't Nova Scotia, where the fk na
Out in Japan, Konichiwa
It don't matter if it's pounds
Dollars or yen if it's money to be got
Imma get it till my nas in the bin
When you come out life might be different

Yeah yeah
These nas change on me like British weather
Shout my nas on the field
Out that they getting cheddar
Right now my Nannies ill and
She ain't getting better
Its like my life is going bad
But music is getting better
I signed a deal with Kiss
Diamonds dancing on my wrist
But my nas in jail for
That shooting and a stick
I gotta stay grateful, many try but many fail
I spent most of 2012 out on bail
Now i ain't seeing any cells
You can know a man for
Life that don't mean shit
Money change a na you'll see
A pound for greedest you can fk with a bh
She can know your secret
But she can't still fk around
With them weak prcks sht is mad
Gutta told me how to bag life
We had the ends like
Now we looking at mad years
For making that skeng fly
Him and sharing the same cell, i miss my team
And when your no one is sending p
I spit that hard shit,
Coming from my heart shit
Came to take over now everyone is a target
From young i was with all them
Bitties making that hard flip
Yo, I would've been eating regardless
Real rap star, 30 on my wrist
That mac10 4 stacks 30 and that clip
7 years old, when i was learning how to spit
Olders taught me the game man i
Wasn't turning back for shit
I seen my mummy's face in court
I'm sitting in the dock
They going to reach the verdict all
I can do is watch
Looking up like Allah get me out this mess
And when this case won up ain't
Looking to hit the pen