Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Freestyle , by - Fredo. Release date: 17.10.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Freestyle |
| 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? |