Topshottas Freestyle

(Yeah, it's Chucks) Don't mix with them boys, that's what your mother said (don't do it) Now you're knee deep in it and your brother's dead (pissed) And any time you see him you see the color red Got you out here just schemin' on their mum's address I don't rate 'em but I've got it on me nonetheless Ganja breath, talkin' to my babes but I need to get away I'm waitin' for my kids 'cause I've got gangster DNA You couldn't see me on my worst day (ever) You weren't 'bout it in the first place That's how you end up with a burst face (rah) Or you snitch, that's the worst case Streets told me I'm the best with the wordplay But that couldn't mean less in my workplace (I don't care) They're injectin' their toes and their necks in my workplace Young G's I'm bankin' the bath in my workplace And you'd think that was bad but I've had worst days I take the coke out the water like a mermaid I've got the grub and told 'em, "See you next Thursday" I've got this bitch and her she drink me like she thirsty I think I'm money anytime I'm in Burberry I used to have ten cats by the Curly Wurly Now it's top shottas back in full effect I grew up on the block, money, power and respect I'm a product of the YOI's, illegal neglect Now these bottles get necked and these models give me neck I'm a G by myself, I can't get G-checked I sign my own checks, CEO and exec' (mad) I wake up every mornin', money haffi mek I said wake up like I've slept, let that go over your head I've been killin' white girl like Little Mo and Trev My life's a movie, I ain't Clooney or Depp But if I have to take them steps it's a tragedy Mazzaleen, MAC on me like I'm from Aberdeen family You ain't ever bagged any sweets in the bag Knockin' doors like it's Halloween When I never had a dream, still I always had a fiend Had to jack a pack, I never had a beam Places that a man a been, seen 'em get bun like jalapeeñ Hot Tamale, round here they call me Abti but I'm not Somali Let me take you on a block safari How they prayin' for the light but it's not Diwali? Where they do you like Luca Brasi No chit chat and no malarkey, come proper like Mr. Darcy Jailhouse, I always had a Smartie Had your baby mother movin' tarty This Amiri, it's not Armani (ah) This Amiri, it's not Armani (do you get it?) Shit (thanks for waitin')