100mph Freestyle x3

Yo I love my life, but I hate it at the same time I lost my close friend, and I'm hurtin' 'cause it's not fair If I was still shottin' where you shot, you couldn't shot there Said she can't stand me, someone tell her cop chairs And how much Dior runners I got that I do not wear Colombia's down for the thirty, and he's not scared His wrist works, been through more whips than Top Gear A real one's hard to find, a bad bitch is not rare You ain't hit your opp block, but you been hittin' your girl My P-U-B's a quarter mill in the mail I'll make it further than you, why? 'Cah I'm willin' to fail Even if that means sittin' in jail Oh well, I bought a car for my little sis', a Dinger for the gang We cut ties with niggas that sing, but it's different where you hang Went from Corsas to Corse, but it's different in the Lamb' I try chest shot, he blocked it, so I chinged him in his hand No, I don't see eye to eye with them silly little tramps I'll probably still put my blacks on with a milli' in the bank With a milli' on my wrist, and a million in cash I'll sleep better when I hear Chak turned into some ash My manager says I'm stupid for still rollin' with a scram I hate explainin' myself and I don't think he'll understand ... got got the same day that he was trollin' on the 'Gram Your violations get slept on, cah you're no one in your camp I'm top two, and it's been that, lil' bro can't fight to save his life But with his knife, they might give you a shit bag Might give you a bad day or give your mum bad news My hoodie cost a bag three, my runners cost a bag two Pussy you just chat static Fuckin' on his BM, got her breathin' like she asthmatic Leave him with a face scar, so you can see my shank damage He ain't worth turnin' cabbage I can make the yola vanish, bring it back, crack magic Four pipe, my whip fartin', can't bring Dimma Hatton Garden Last time we did, he try pop a chain disregardin' Niggas tryna sign out early, but I'm in regardless 'Cause if I slip one time, that could be the darkest moment Paid fifty for my watch, I'll pay more for his head back All my hoes holdin' grudges, 'cause I ain't givin' head back The same day you buy it, same day you gotta test that I ain't lookin' after yours, cah I ain't tryna be a stepdad Been a shiesty yout way before I ever had sex, akh If I give you back half, then I beg you just respect that Beg you don't call my phone like Ciian, can't get the rest back Before major comebacks, there's always minor setbacks If you don't grind, I'll assume nothin's what you wanna be Hoes see me on the menu, and say "Course, that's what I wanna eat 'Course that's what I wanna beat," for me, she's a proper freak Give me jaw and ride my dick properly Apart from waps, I'm tryna invest into some property And stay away from guys that think life's a game, Monopoly One-hundred racks in jewels, you're basically the lottery To bring my niggas on tour, they don't know what it's costin' me Tell my AR, "Bring the woosh" Them Rick Owen boots, the quickest way for her to shush I already got the puss', a little pull, a little push He started runnin' off, he only saw my bally and my hood I got so much of it, my cousins think I've got a pattern with Celine And that I'm lyin', when I say that I do no get it for free You would think my watch is in jail, my AP's on the freeze You would think her legs don't work, she's always on her knees You would think I had no friends, I was always with the fiends Ten, fifty, then a hundred racks, was always in my dreams Minimum a flick knife, that was always in my jeans My niggas not no pedophile, but he's always around a teen, seven Out here with nothin', then you probably wanna see Heaven Carry on, gwaan, like you don't need weapon If Jo ever got caught, for the time, he done three cheffings By the time he came home, it would've been P-7 HMP's the only time I'm watchin' Keith Lem Won't see me on WhatRappersWore in all black with cheap leathers Really I should be in Paris, skinny fit, clean steppers Number plates already hot, and plus we've got like three peppers I don't wanna be in jail, phone sex, read letters Loopz always got his gun on him, he don't need wetters But what I need is a girl that loves me for me Not for my VVs, or the fact that I've got silly Ps Hit her like twice, but she is not my lover, Billie Jean Tryna tell my youngin' that I love to stop sippin' lean Negative to positive, that's how I made my mummy proud Then back to negative, when they try to come outside my mummy's house I put mummy on a flight, used to take out mummy's knife I'm a G.O.A.T. in the 6, I put that on my mummy's life I could never be a bum, I would've wasted mummy's time When she carried me for nine months, she deserves a lick back Rollie on my nigga's wrist, didn't pay for it, he licked that Didn't pray for it, just told a pussy boy to unclip that Nina try introduce me to some hoes in his mansion But little did he know, CLA already hit that Got more motion than your whole gang Murder on my mind, I probably get that from my old man 'Course you can hold dick, but I ain't tryna hold hands The way I fill her up, you would think she had a low tank And no, I won't rap about no murders that I weren't involved in They do it all the time, to me that's some joke ting Me and Crash me the hood hot, cah we done a pokin' Left his top red and white, like the flag of Poland If YB was still alive, he'd need F1 plus a whole rex I know he's up in Heaven, probably tryna make the coke stretch Free my jail niggas, doin' pull ups, gettin' no sex And free my opps, the with no canteen and no creps A few used to diss me when I was bruck But I'ma drop eighty on a chain to show I've leveled up I see bro push it so deep, he got his metal stuck The things I've got are never luck, me and her did never fuck Yo, my next purchase gotta be a sheen with a whistle I bet you these bullets don't tickle If I weren't trappin, I was robbin' like Thickle My point threes, like they could've been Skittles I'm pullin' strings, could've done my ting with a guitar Cheffed a boy in his back, and turned my block to Qatar I'm in a Dawn with my day one, wishin' on a star And a scorps, big racks, I used to re-up on a half Confused why I never see you when it's time to ride But always when it's time to hide Never tell the truth, but always hear you when it's time to lie Life's changed, I phone up my niggas like "It's time to fly" I tell my label I'm a dripper, I don't need a stylist Would've made her bae, but she's been runnin' up her mileage Same way I run it up in Knightsbridge Can't forget when I was runnin' on the night shift Demons on my block, might leave their flicky where your eyes is And run if you see them demons on a motorcycle with a hi-vis CLA