2020 Vision Freestyle

Cage got that cold (you'd take the clothes off my back and I'd let you) Where that drip at AJ? (You'd steal the food right out my mouth and I'd watch you eat it) (I still don't know why) (Why I love it so much, oh, you) I know heaven's got a ghetto for the G's like us Just a clean heart brudda who let the .35 buss From knee high, trappin' in my Levi's bruck 'Til I got my money tall like fee-fi-fum Chop a brick like Daniel-san It's in your heart if you stand or run You can't gamble some When you bang your gun It stays with you like days when your dad used to slap your mum Before I snitch I'll cut out my tongue Not on my worst enemy, on God I swear that shit can't run I've got the streets all in my blood, for what it's worth I've got spirits all in my cup, I'm gettin' burst My heart, my soul, my pain in every verse Mashin' works, you don't want no sitcho But I'll go schizo', and shoot up the disco And stick up the distro, all in a day's work Still Hennessy and my spliff rolled I'm gettin' the bag, I ain't sweatin' a slag I get dirty for sixteen, it goes for twenty a slab And I don't know Garfield, but I know Terry the cat And if you give him six white, he'll rent you the flat Feds will tell you anything, just to get you to rat Moncler with the fur, and the red and the black Money make your old bitches start beggin' you back I need a house on the hill, suttin' semi-detached 'Cah livin' how I'm livin', I can never relax G, I got fish in the bowl and the recipe's crack And this fish talk to me like American Dad And my dirty's a ten, leave your head in your lap Chucks definitely tapped Don't make him press on the Mac and air out (shh) Chucks definitely tapped Don't make him press on the Mac and air out Moncler with the fur, and my diamonds looking burr I'm rappin' and I'm trappin', I don't know what I prefer All them years on the spur, seem to merge into a blur Probably why I drink it from the bottle 'til I slur Full throttle when I skrr, and they prayed for my return I need my money, Mr. Burns, call me Monty Cooler than the Fonzie, boolin' in the bando with a blondie Paigons say they're on who? Paigons ain't on me 'Cah I've got that 22 inch, I'll kill a zombie Never been Pompey but I trap on sea Beam like at the trap like Grand Prix Buses in the room when we convene Scheming on bellies Kitchen open real late like I'm eatin' at Eddy's I have my young G's posted at cribs rockin' Ballys and semis They ain't doin' no leggies They just wanna do it like Kevin and Perry I've spent mad years sleepin' at Debbie's, kippin' on settees Spent mad years readin' on basic, like fuck a telly And now I take a bitch to the telly and she ain't basic Now I need a crib for my nanny and one adjacent I got it out the mud, out the gutter, out the basement So I Alexander McQueen on occasion Six on my kicks, LV's when I lace 'em Bark it like Alsatians, strikers in formation Bro hit a lick, twenty bricks off the Albanians So I'm John Snow with the bird, I mean ravens Shit, I said I'm John Snow with the birds, I mean ravens I know heaven's got a ghetto for the G's like us Just some clean heart bruddas who let the .35 buss From knee high, trappin' in my Levi's bruck 'Til I got my money tall like fee-fi-fum Yo My baby girl told me I'm a deep thinker See I've got so much on my mind but I can't speak with her How could I tell her that my friends just schemin' her And more time I'm in the kitchen like Delia They said, "P, back then you was greazier" 'Cah back then I found jail more easier I was broke, now I step out like sim-simma Black gun, black bimma, fat white hitter I need twenty keys like the gym bar And that ammonia smell, it just linger Ridin' to some old school Timba Flying through Becky, then I cut past Windsor I'm in the crown court, no Judge Rinder Gyaldem sugar, you won't catch me on Tinder Catch me in the trap, and my foil and syringer Long time P been a double wrap clinger