Maxsta - Rather Be (Freestyle) lyrics

What they know about street heat?
I'm in the manor where the shots go beep beep
Skirt skirt on a bitch, then I skeet skeet
You was on my timeline begging for a retweet
I was living in Peckham
Shopping at East Street
After church with Nanny before my peak teens
RA and YO sold me street dreams
Remember when I tried to smoke
Paper and tea leaves?
Nowadays it's all bang bang, Chief Keef
Fuck a dart, fuck it up
But I'm from east please
I will tell a around me like a Boris bike
And give you CS gas if you're on a hype
Married to the grind - hell ya
I've got a wife
Hear my attitude, hell yeah I’m not polite
I'm meeting fans that are telling me
That I'm such a guy
Bitches saying "you should be further"


And they wonder why
I do too and I ain't gotta lie
But, I'm living for my brother
He ain't gonna die
In a world where I'm black
So they're colour blind only seeing Miley
Justin Bieber and them other guys
Still get gassed off the summertime
Buy a quick ped for a
Grand and I'm gonna ride
Sun's out, I see them hoes skinning up
But that ain't loyal
They're everybody's - not one of mine
I spit with precision
Fuck all that other hype
Killing the riddim and getting love alike
I'm a challenged like cinnamon
If you're gonna try
Hope you've got a friend with good
Advice you could run it by
You ain't shooting like them
White kids in Columbine
When you wearing that mask
Like it's horror time you're a gangster
It's time to do some gangster shit
Court violated 9, you ain't on a hype
Uh, but let me switch it i've been trill
Got a holler seed for a visit
I never had a one-liner
Never had a gimmick but
I still got bitches on my stick, no Quidditch
Nobody's fake and everybody's the realest
And everybody raps but none of
Them niggas kill it
So I'm in Newham banging movers song ringtone
Liquor in my cup tell him S did you bill it?
Never can you haters give an F about a critic
Singing German Whip but you're
Cruising in a Civic
See the way I go on everything
I spit? I live it and I could get naan
I ain't gotta drill the digit's
OE OEBs you already know that’s
Who my clique is
Never snake my nigga for the
Money and the bitches
I'm in stony jeans, you are Primark fitted
Like your stepmother I be going on wicked
You could get pitched fam
You don't wanna kick it
Thought I couldn't fuck your girl
Till I did it the game's gone washed
I can't really say I'm in it
I'm on the outside tryna tell
You how I'm living so now I got a OEB chick
I put my gas in her bra
Cos the police be quick but
These rappers ain't showing me shit
He hyped on Twitter
Took a stroll to his crib
Yeah, I'm overly sick
And I love like nobody did
The ends aren't washed, can't go to E6 plus
Plus Stelfs at Priory can’t go where he lives
I've got drive, I could chauffeur these kids
Wanna talk show? Then I open these kids
Sit em at a table like
They're supposed to be drinks
Try and tell em 'bout life
They probably won't believe shit
Cause everybody's so gassed
I gotta take a sec
Take a right but everybody's
Tryna take a left
The road less traveled is the hardest
Easier being like everybody else
And throw away respect
Active, catch a body, that's the major step
Join a gang and put your
Mother through some major stress
Uh, that's how it goes round here but
Max got uncountable flows round here, yeah