Freestyle - Fredo, K.fear, Fredo, K.fear

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, Rolx’s, Audemars, it’s all on the skin

Call me Frdo, 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 the kitchen, got that toaster in his hand

Nah, my opp’s don’t need no holidays with lotion and no sand

Just go 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, know 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 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 them man try step on my toes when they’re steel cap?

It’s a roadman trackie when I slide in them streets

No, I don’t even own a suit 'cause all my ties in the streets

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

I 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?