Levels Freestyle

Blanq Beatz production Geezy All my strugglers out on the graft Keep it lit, keep going in hard If you sure you know you coppin' or you're running in yards Stay in point and make sure that you last All my young grafters keep doin' what you do I remember I was just like you I used to sell drugs or weed just so I could buy food I had to save for a new pair of shoes All the trappers out breaking down whole ones Ram raiders out and their shoguns Ones that put trackers on they cars if they grow plants Or the ones that send a text to make it go fast Or the ones that don't wait for him to go bed Broad daylight, grafters on mopeds Sledgehammer through the window, a Rolex And then cut through the traffic while they smoke feds Me, I been there done it all Bought drugs, shot 'em all Grow yards, robbed 'em all Police cars, lost 'em all Intimidate witnesses when armed police were at their bedside While they were still in hospital Still on that ram you with a jeep shit Four-liter petrol V6 Ballied up, gloves on, man bag, machining Can't talk about half the wars we been in Cah that shit get us remanded But I wonder, can somebody ask him? Do they remember that time my man drove up in their side With a sawn-off shotgun and blasted? I said my brothers don't dance We just make them guns blast and Threw the Glock away Now lean back Lean back Lean back Lean back Member of an organized crime gang We don't wait for beef to buy straps Driving through, hold up, pull over there's my man Gang shit, give him more than a right hand 'Cause one on one straighteners ain't on the table So only beef us if you're able If I don't catch you then one of my mates will If the blade don't drop you then the 12 gauge will So keep running your mouths kid We put lorries through houses Live in Dublin, up there with Scousers Tell these fake gangsters pull up their trousers White boy calm down different with it No face, man bag got a Spliffin in it RS4, being on missions in it I went school with my boy, I went prison with him So don't try me, I'm not in the mood I still kick down doors in my Italian shoes Nah, cuzzy, that won't be a good move We put more animals in hoods than Canada Goose So what you saying, my boy, what you telling me? Pups tryna bark, they ain't got the pedigree We got Peaky Blinders on them enemies Ram 'em off the road in a Cherokee I'ma show you we the men 'round here We keep it real, we don't pretend 'round here We're all, we're all family not friends 'round here We stand together 'til the end 'round here 'Member we was in beef 'Til we had no energy Imagine if we had no enemies Nah, that's probably boring Bet if we put out all our beef there'd be no one to war with So who shot ya? Who pulled up in that car, who got ya? Who wound down that window, who dropped ya? Think twice next time you walk your dog, bruv My ambitions as a rider I heard a 12 gauge nearly took your life, cuz And that 410 lookin' all pirate God forbid we ever end up being lifers They ain't hard like us, put in graft like us They ain't never had to take a petrol bath like us Ain't smart like us, ain't got heart like us That's why they can't laugh like us 99 problems but a bitch ain't one 'Til the police brought sniffer dogs to raid my drum Stress watchin' it sniff near where I buried a gun But it was vacuum packed, told the fed suck his mum They ain't gang like me, got straps like me They ain't got TPs and land packs like me Spent years in the trap or sold crack like me Can't make a call and have 300 man like me And these drug trollies Spanish, my skin fade's Kurdish These hand things are Russian and my teeth are Turkish My driver's Polish, I just pray they don't search him And I get in Marbella for just over 30s Broke days when I was bankrupt Had me running in screaming out hands up And I know most these boys can't stand us But the .38 hammer make a man remember manners Shout out everybody that laughed at me All the police and CPS that threw a charge at me The magistrates and the judges that remanded me And all the probation officers that made it hard for me All the girls that played me, all the friends that snaked me All the ones that lied to my face and betrayed me Every runner that I gave work and never repayed me Thank you, you're all the ones that made me Now-now I got the whole country feeling me Now I got my old exes missing me (now) Now I got a gang like the military (that's why) That's why they don't want me in the industry 'Cause they know I come with travelers Turn the mobos to a scene out of Snatch, cuz Come with Cockneys and Irish gangsters Got the industry feeling all anxious And my hoodie looking bape, my g Got sweets if you wanna get a taste, my g Cock it back and make it shake, my g I do that and dodge HMP May the Lord have mercy on 'em 'Cause we won't Find 'em and light 'em up like a weed grow Keep a thing tucked with us wherever we go And we got the weed cappin' south if you ever need grow These fakes claim to be winners Probably still make their girl pay for the dinners Claim to be real but quick to turn to a witness They all got gangster mouths but 999 fingers I ain't the same as these fools They don't know the game or the rules They think that you gotta be rich to be cool You got money You think the guys you're with are with you? They act gang, but their boy's in the grave And still ain't got revenge for his name So you're a baller? Why you claim legal aid? I call my pack like Ariana, every day's a Grande Blanq Beatz production Geezy