Topshottas Freestyle

That'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 brothers dead (pissed) And anytime you see them see the colour red Got you out here just scheming on their mum's address I don't rate 'em but I got it on me nonetheless Ganja breath talking to my babes 'bout I need to get away I'm worried for my kids 'cause I 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 tell me I'm the best with the wordplay But that couldn't mean less in my workplace They injecting their toes and their necks in my workplace Young G's, I'm banking the bath in my workplace (yeah) And you'd think that was bad but I've had worst days I take the coke out the water like a mermaid I got the grub and told them, "See you next Thursday" I got this bitch, you know 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 cheques, CEO and exec' I wake up every morning, money affi mek I say wake up like I've slept let that go over your head I've been killin' white girl like Lil' 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 a nina's, sweets in the bag Knocking 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 man had been, seen him get bun like jalapeen Hot Tamale, round here they call me Abti but I'm not Somali Let me take you on a block safari Had 'em praying for the light but it's not Diwali While they do you like Luca Brasi No chit chat or no malarkey Come proper like Mr Darcy Jailhouse, always had a smartie Had your baby mother moving tarty This Amiri it's not Armani (ah) This Amiri it's not Armani (d'you get it?) Shit Buh-dah