Fredo - Freestyle lyrics

It's big waps, bad B's, phones and yay
If the good die young then
I'll be old and grey they want advice
Tell me really what I'm supposed to say
When I got here from drug deals
Sales and motorways
Yo, all the gang's wild
Can somebody tame us
Gotta step with the stick like we
Got gum on our trainers
All them yutes I robbed must hate it
When I come on the playlist
At least that you can say that
You was robbed by somebody famous
Go ask in the hood I'm who
They call for the tings

But we still go to war with swords
Like it's Lord Of The Rings
Pateks, Rolеx's, Audemars
It's all on the skin call me Frеdo


But I'm also known as lord of the bling
Yo, his mum and dad weren't 'round
He got closer with the gang
Had no bread up in the kitchen
Got that toaster in his hand
Nah, my opp's don't need no holidays
With lotion and no sand
Just go and stand up on your block
You'll be closer to a tan
Since the last one got blazed
They don't chill in estates
Need to know where you stay, get the drizzy
No Drake what you bringin' to this table?
I'mma listen and wait
I bring so much food in this place
You'll never finish your plate

Where I'm from, I can't even lie
Them prisons are fate
But it's a big mansion next time
I live in them gates
Drilling ain't jumping out the
Car and waving knives
If you man are drilling then why ain't
You guys takin' lives? Baby guys
I got big waps, no baby 9's
Girl with big back giving uck
'til I got lazy eyes
Stro got nicked for his kidnap
But it made him wise
Then he bucked the plug in jail
And that really changed his life
Yo, I wouldn't lie
No there ain't no feeling
Like when bullets fly

Running on the other side
Gang gang and my hoodie tied
Wondering if a pussy died when
I'm getting back on ends
Had some olders, pressured them
They ain't coming back again
They say that life's priceless can't
Put a price on that
But if the price is right, you'll die
I'll put my guys on that
Fly to Dubai I'm with the same guys
It's a crazy setting
More foreign cars lined up here
Than in an Asian wedding
Yeah my brudda's catching years
They ain't got a month
Everyone sitting down
It's like I'm from a block of Monks
Heard he's got a watch, but
He don't put in, watch us rob the punk
Bet that prezi won't even last
As long as Donald Trump

Yo, new problems that I'm faced
With when the guala come
Picking out the Rollie or the AP
That's a common one
Look at what you've gone and done
Yeah, I rap about them trap spots and
All them times on the block
But, believe me, it wasn't fun
Every time I drop, just know I'm rising, akh
It use to be ten a show
Now you can times it that

A lot of man stayed the same
I really find it sad
Forget rap 'cause I was lit up
In my times of crack
Nah, I don't even draw I'm
Using words as art
So if I do draw that girl
Then she's a work of art
Mum went up in my drawer
She found that work and dark
Check the score, it's not a draw
I'm from the dirty 'Zart
Can you name another brudda out
Here rippin' these beats
With food sellin' on these roads
And drillers kill in these streets
I can drop it
But there's also a delivery fee
Came far from a damn nitty, no Sterling
It's Man City they say I fell off
Them man there are hella haters
If I fell off
Must've fell off stairs into some elevators
Got a young boy you can look at
Tell he's hella dangerous

Them man are talking, but my bruddas
We're the demonstrators
Young nigga's killing 'em
Free my nigga Simion
He went to jail, I had a ten
When he's home I'll have some millions
And everything is real rap
So everybody feel that
How can them man try step on
My toes when they're steel cap?
It's a roadman trackie when I
Glide in the street
No, I don't even own a suit 'cause
All my ties in the street
Them man hide and we seek
I put the grind on repeat
Ten tonne pressed aside down
Like reclining a seat

Yo, I hate when I hear rappers
Talkin 'bout pressing and mixing
Same pussy cappers never even
Stepped in a kitchen
Use to run it up in crackheads
'til they get an eviction
Yeah, I made a lot of money
Due to stress and addiction
Who's real? I use to do
The nights for two bills
Now I make sure my blocks
Straight before the news spill
Before all this rose gold
I really had a few steels
Now the chain froze, watch froze
And I'm due chills
I don't give a fuck about how you feel
Put me on a beat like this
Shit gettin' too real
Said it's no more freestyle
And that shit was true still
But if I don't go this hard, then tell me
Who will?