Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Intro, artist - ASCO. Date of issue: 27.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Intro |
| Asc boogie |
| You know its Mulli in the building nigga |
| Ahh look |
| It’s like I’m rolling round the city with a baddie in the passie |
| My brown ting from East, she buff with a big batty |
| Way before snappy, my nigga I’ve been trappy |
| Mummy used to send me stay at my aunt Jackies |
| My uncle Ken used to trap out the black cabbie |
| I used to move brick with my niggas and Matty |
| Running through the trap to bricks in rucksacky |
| Them times it was excel on my Nike trackie |
| Tracky underneath the jogger, the swag saggy |
| Low battys, doing road with the chrome maggy |
| Mare Street Maccy D’s with the big maccy |
| Or pulling up to Palace P in a black tracky |
| Couple, couple niggas in black ballys |
| If I back imma slap it, I bet it’s due to be tragic |
| Free him up, thats my nigga he been the baddest |
| I got love from all of my end and my akhis, trust |
| I’m from LF, my niggas that’s how I grow |
| Me, mummy, my sister and big bro |
| My brudda we grew in the same home |
| In Stokey right by the bestos |
| My pops weren’t around he was up on other side |
| I’ve got three sisters and brother, they from his other wives |
| Now he ain’t around imma hold it down |
| I pray that I meet him in, up on the other side |
| Mummy on the East, steady she raised a G |
| My Mummy is a G, she made sure we all eat |
| I came from good home but steady up on the street |
| I really came up around the realist of Gs |
| I was in my teens when I was gripping machines |
| Let’s fast forward to 2003 RIP to my nigga, that’s JD |
| First nigga to put a youngin' up on his on feet |
| I tatted him and the blocks all in my skin |
| And that was all before a nigga was eighteen |
| My OG ain’t seen his road since twenty-two |
| Them times it was a bag for two in the blue |
| I was just a yout though |
| Out on the roads and now we moving food |
| But I ain’t done seen a brick or two |
| When the clip was it was hanging out like a uz |
| Every other moon, the mandem making the news |
| Gangsta in and out the crib, that’s how we live |
| On the digits when we slanging a brick |
| Hella couple all in the crib |
| Real life we really be with the shits |
| I was rolling weed before you was calling the piff |
| And I was doing road before you hitting the gym |
| I was upso linking and |
| I mashed in my teens my nigga I did my thing |
| And still doing my thing |
| Did the realist of things |
| 04 on the wing with an aqua up on my wrist |
| Come home in 06 and my nigga just got a bid |
| And the realest nigga I know still in the bin |
| Free him up, free him up |
| Free him up nigga |