Dave - Blackbox Freestyle lyrics

Yeah, listen, cool, look

Walking 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 cotch with a jezzy
Talking about they're cocking a semi
They move rocks at the ready
See, every boy's a trapper 'til
The shit hit's the fan
And then the shit hit's the walls
You're flushing bit's of the raw
And every girl's a trap queen
'til they kick in the door
And now you're in a station
Telling stories like Roald Dahl
Your man are in a holding cell
Hoping that you hold out
My ends is all fucked now
Got a nigga tryna 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 bros
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 hanging out
Seen big straps make a whip crash
No whiplash
Big money maker, 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-on-clear
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 favours for the paper
Bring all your guys and you can 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
My Leicester niggas have you missing
Thats some uni-corn school ain't ever 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
Hanging out the passy
Like Heath Ledger in The Dark Knight
What the fuck's a one-on-one? Fighting
Fucking 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 and they
Still tried to bump me that was way back
I had to switch the game up
Now I got springs in my 110's
And springs in that
They gave my brother 18 for a fucking murder
A knife crime, the lifetime
The whole sentence he's serving
Now in my chest
My brother knows it's burning
Them visit's had me crying, had me whelping
Had me taking pills to help it
Looking, thinking who am I?
Trust, you never knew this guy
Grandma died, had my mother stricken
Talking suicide
Trust 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 putting on a brave face for the visit
But I know my brother feels it
And my brother don't reveal it, nah
My brother don't reveal it
Taking life from my mother
My brothers don't wanna steal it
But this track's got me on a rage
My brother's stressed out
A man can see it in his face
Like man can see it in his eyes
He's holding back the tears
That judge moving like a Mayan
Holding back them years
They done my brother dirty doing 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 brother's bag
How's that fair?
Gave Scalez 16, and bruv he wasn't even there
Case was all banter 'til junior got cancer
And mums got sick, and tales got told
And then the paint wore off
And true colours got shown
And certain man go free
And all the real niggas 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'ma get you down
A couple man they wanna get you
I'ma get you first
I'ma get you last, and I'ma 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 dough, 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 fucking Stop Asking, how I get my P's in
Asking for a bring in
None of you brought me in
Brother fuck a fake friend
Why you fucking riding for?
I've got a couple people that I'd die for
Ride out, lights out
My brothers pulling strings from
Up in High Down
To get you skied before the sky down
Look at this guy now