Free S

(Silo, SE-6, the general, the legend, the myth)

(Twenty years to a boss, ain't nothin' changed)

(Still importin' them sticks)

(Still servin' them bricks)

(For my little brother Slim he still gettin' pinched)

(These seven-figure ****)

(You're superheroes in this thing and still working)

Yo, I love the come up (Why is that?)

'Cause I swear the other day, I was a runner

That shit changed rapid, free S

That's a whole load of nappin's

And from thirteen, me, I've been trappin'

Don't mix me with these rappers

Yo, my peddal bike broke

Now I'm lookin' at my wrist

And my kettle says coke

I ain't stuck in a hood, nah, fuck that

Me, I'm the same little **** that got rich off a conch pack

My sis says she's proud of the man that I've become

Same day I got grounded, found myself fucking conch

That looks like couple G's that you're cookin'

They're talking 'bout shows, and I told

Des I need a couple G's for a booking, life's lovely

Every hour make the phone lines do a monkey

You can do the Maths (You can do it)

I told my little ****, "Fuck college, do the trap" (You can do it)

Cah we the young **** that did it in the flats

Look, I'm only pushin' in a German (Foreign)

Yeah, I'm still workin' (Pushin')

I do this for my bros in jail that's still servin' (Free 'em)

Loose lips sink ships from four stoves

I can turn two into six bricks, that's big flips

You can call me Big Slim (Big), 'cause I ain't little no more

I done six for 4-0, and three for a score

I done weeks by the shore, me and Glows done trips

We used to put holes in our kicks, real shit

Yo, I love the come up (It's lovely)

'Cause I swear the other day, I was a runner

That shit changed rapid, free S

That's a whole load of nappin's

And from thirteen, me, I've been trappin'

Don't mix me with these rappers

Yo, my peddal bike broke

Now I'm looking at my wrist

And my kettle says coke

I ain't stuck in a hood, nah, fuck that

Me, I'm the same little **** that got rich off a conch pack

I'm the same old kid that done it from an ounce (That's Slim)

Feds kicked off the door, I was runnin' out the house

Fans runnin' me down, I thank God for the change

For the hate, I swear I ain't got the time of the day

Cah we did it off of two phones (Two suits)

Yeah, I hit the strip with two O's

And froze off my arse 'cause it was too cold

And that's some madness (Shit)

Now heated leathers, that's standard

If Dange were doin' bird, they'd be trappin'

Way before rappin', I was really lit

I put bricks up in spots where them **** never been

Yeah, I went and took the risk when them **** never did (Never)

Yeah and you should know Slim, yeah, that **** never slips

Free my **** from the bin, 'cause I'm still dodgin' feds

And them men are like thirty and still want a ends

And I'm callin' out a crisis, we just put a thirty on the Lyca

And hit the M way and just grind off

Know I love the come up (It's lovely)

'Cause I swear the other day, I was a runner

That shit changed rapid, free S

That's a whole load of nappin's

And from thirteen, me, I've been trappin'

Don't mix me with these rappers

Yo, my peddal bike broke

Now I'm looking at my wrist

And my kettle says coke

I ain't stuck in a hood, nah, fuck that

Me, I'm the same little **** that got rich off a conch pack