Barclays Freestyle - Tinchy Stryder

Black clouds, Ruff Sqwad, Flee Gang

140, let me ride this

Yeah, I’m warming, it’s a warning

Hunger’s back, yeah, my belly keeps calling

Surf on a different wave, not falling

Choke on the highest grade, let me school them

Ruff Sqwad demon

Murder the microphone and I’m bleeding

Guilty fingerprints?

I won’t leave them, wow, face

No silencer when I squeeze in

Let me know what’s popping them

Four top 10s, stacking Ms

Walk in the showroom, drop top Benz

Own this game, where the fuck’s my rent?

I’ll speak for the Biro pen

Heat in the flow will them

I’m still down even though I’ve blown up

Tightest circle, fuck your friends

Big tracks, I’m nice and I’m up

Somebody light something up

Then I’ll big 45 or 9 something up

Sharpest flow and knifing 'em up

Get paid more cause I’m rhyming enough

I’m riding the riddim, I’m cycling up

Tyres, I’m bored of wearing 'em off

Hot fire, wield, I’m burning 'em off

These days, I fuck with the majors

Trips to LA, I fuck with the Lakers

I’m a boss, toast to that

Spades I drink is straight, no chasers

Feel wavy, fam, I need straighteners

Still LDN with no traitors

And they’re asking if I still rep this

Them questions there are no-brainers

T dot Stryde, I burst from time

Wouldn’t buss if he had two Glock 9s

Got one or two goons on the payroll

Dun know, done for the cheapest price

Back, you know, stacking flows

96 Bars of Revenge was cold

Them man still deal with bills

Flee, grands, flashing notes

When it comes to grime, you can’t school him

Strydes, no longer a student

Them man are infants, they’re drooling

Headlock the plan and Lex Lug 'em

Yeah, we’re old school

From Fruity Loops, now Pro Tools

Like your girl so you better look after your girl

Round here there’s no rules

Mind where you’re walking

Bring enemies to the house them track 'em down

Rudeboy, mind how you’re talking

One nug, one hand, I will clap 'em down

Hearing the talk in the manor

Heard couple man are tryna scheme on me

Then try and run up on me with a gun up

Heard I’m a veggie, there’s Ps on me

Tell them take time

Tell them stay off the flake shine

Glimpse up my man’s waistline

It will dim your lights in daytime

Dem man have got tings in boots

Protect the pink you loot

Respect a G when I see one

N, that sure ain’t you