It's big waps, bad B's, phones and yay If the good die young then I'll be old and grey They want advice, tell me really what I'm supposed to say When I got here from drug deals, sales and motorways Yo, all the gang's wild, can somebody tame us Gotta step with the stick like we got gum on our trainers All them yutes I robbed must hate it when I come on the playlist At least that you can say that you was robbed by somebody famous Go ask in the hood I'm who they call for the tings But we still go to war with swords like it's Lord Of The Rings Pateks, Rolex's, Audemars, it's all on the skin Call me Fredo, but I'm also known as lord of the bling Yo, his mum and dad weren't 'round, he got closer with the gang Had no bread up the kitchen, got that toaster in his hand Nah, my opp's don't need no holidays with lotion and no sand Just go and stand up on your block, you'll be closer to a tan Since the last one got blazed, they don't chill in estates Need to know where you stay, get the drizzy, no Drake What you bringin' to this table? I'ma listen and wait I bring so much food in this place, you'll never finish your plate Where I'm from, I can't even lie, them prisons are fate But it's a big mansion next time I live in them gates Drillin' ain't jumpin' out the car and waving'knives If you man are drilling then why ain't you guys takin' lives? Baby guys I got big waps, no baby .9's Girl with big back givin' uck 'til I got lazy eyes Stro got nicked for his kidnap, but it made him wise Then he bucked the plug in jail and that really changed his life Yo, I wouldn't lie, know there ain't no feelin' like when bullets fly Runnin' on the other side, gang gang and my hoodie tied Wonderin' if a pussy died when I'm gettin' back on ends Had some olders, pressured them, they ain't comin' back again They say that life's priceless can't put a price on that But if the price is right, you'll die, I'll put my guys on that Fly to Dubai I'm with the same guys, it's a crazy settin' More foreign cars lined up here than in an Asian wedding Yeah my brudda's catchin' years, they ain't got a month Everyone sittin' down, it's like I'm from a block of Monks Heard he got a watch, but he don't put in, watch us rob the punk Bet that prezi won't even last as long as Donald Trump Yo, new problems that I'm faced with when the guala come Pickin' out the Rollie or the AP, that's a common one Look at what you've gone and done Yeah, I rap about them trap spots and all them times on the block But, believe me, it wasn't fun Every time I drop, just know I'm risin', akh It use to be ten a show, now you can times it that A lot of man stayed the same, I really find it sad Forget rap 'cause I was lit up in my times of crack Nah, I don't even draw I'm usin' words as art So if I do draw that girl, then she's a work of art Mum went up in my drawer, she found that work and dark Check the score, it's not a draw, I'm from the dirty 'Zart Can you name another brudda out here rippin' these beats With food sellin' on these roads, and drillers kill in these streets I can drop it, but there's also a delivery fee Came far from a damn nitty, no Sterling, it's Man City They say I fell off, them man there are hella haters If I fell off, must've fell off stairs on to some elevators Got a young boy you can look at, tell he's hella dangerous Them man are talking, but my bruddas, we're the demonstrators Young nigga's killing 'em, free my nigga Simion He went to jail, I had a ten, when he's home I'll have some millions And everything is real rap, so everybody feel that How them man try step on my toes when they're still cap? It's a roadman trackie when I slide in them streets No, I don't even own a suit 'cause all my ties in the streets Them man hide and we seek, I put the grind on repeat Ten tonne pressed aside down like reclinin' a seat Yo, I hate when I hear rappers talkin 'bout pressin' and mixin' Same pussy cappers never even stepped in a kitchen Use to run it up in crackheads 'til they get an eviction Yeah, I made a lot of money due to stress and addiction Who's real? Used to do the nights for two bills Now I make sure my blocks straight before the news spill Before all this rose gold, I really had a few steels Now the chains froze, watch froze, and I'm due chills I don't give a fuck about how you feel Put me on a beat like this, shit gettin' too real Said it's no more freestyles, and that shit was true still But if I don't go this hard, then tell me, who will?
There's a reason why i grew up so diffrent Filled with hate That shit was consistent Down to the vein Now I'm in pain I had a lot on my plate Didn't leave a crumb I embraced That's a reason how I'm made But then again I cry when I'm alone Let me start it off My mother died In 06 i was 5 My "dad" didn't really give a shit He couldn't tell you where her grave is Got to get on I aint sat complaining Even though I'm filled with hatred It's a shame that he's remaining I sit and think in the evening Flash backs as I'm sleeping Waking up and wheeping But anyway ima just switch it back No one can match this rap It's a wrap Whole load of separation on our hands And it hurts The only person that I'll need is my girl We've got to set expectations and examples To our boys Just to show them that there's good in this world I'll remain the same Even if I make it I wouldn't let the fame Get to my head I'd still lie in the same bed Wouldn't switch my wife
It's big waps, bad B's, phones and yay If the good die young then I'll be old and grey They want advice, tell me really what I'm supposed to say When I got here from drug deals, sales and motorways Yo, all the gang's wild, can somebody tame us Gotta step with the stick like we got gum on our trainers All them yutes I robbed must hate it when I come on the playlist At least that you can say that you was robbed by somebody famous Go ask in the hood I'm who they call for the tings But we still go to war with swords like it's Lord Of The Rings Pateks, Rolex's, Audemars, it's all on the skin Call me Fredo, but I'm also known as lord of the bling Yo, his mum and dad weren't 'round, he got closer with the gang Had no bread up the kitchen, got that toaster in his hand Nah, my opp's don't need no holidays with lotion and no sand Just go and stand up on your block, you'll be closer to a tan Since the last one got blazed, they don't chill in estates Need to know where you stay, get the drizzy, no Drake What you bringin' to this table? I'ma listen and wait I bring so much food in this place, you'll never finish your plate Where I'm from, I can't even lie, them prisons are fate But it's a big mansion next time I live in them gates Drillin' ain't jumpin' out the car and waving'knives If you man are drilling then why ain't you guys takin' lives? Baby guys I got big waps, no baby .9's Girl with big back givin' uck 'til I got lazy eyes Stro got nicked for his kidnap, but it made him wise Then he bucked the plug in jail and that really changed his life Yo, I wouldn't lie, know there ain't no feelin' like when bullets fly Runnin' on the other side, gang gang and my hoodie tied Wonderin' if a pussy died when I'm gettin' back on ends Had some olders, pressured them, they ain't comin' back again They say that life's priceless can't put a price on that But if the price is right, you'll die, I'll put my guys on that Fly to Dubai I'm with the same guys, it's a crazy settin' More foreign cars lined up here than in an Asian wedding Yeah my brudda's catchin' years, they ain't got a month Everyone sittin' down, it's like I'm from a block of Monks Heard he got a watch, but he don't put in, watch us rob the punk Bet that prezi won't even last as long as Donald Trump Yo, new problems that I'm faced with when the guala come Pickin' out the Rollie or the AP, that's a common one Look at what you've gone and done Yeah, I rap about them trap spots and all them times on the block But, believe me, it wasn't fun Every time I drop, just know I'm risin', akh It use to be ten a show, now you can times it that A lot of man stayed the same, I really find it sad Forget rap 'cause I was lit up in my times of crack Nah, I don't even draw I'm usin' words as art So if I do draw that girl, then she's a work of art Mum went up in my drawer, she found that work and dark Check the score, it's not a draw, I'm from the dirty 'Zart Can you name another brudda out here rippin' these beats With food sellin' on these roads, and drillers kill in these streets I can drop it, but there's also a delivery fee Came far from a damn nitty, no Sterling, it's Man City They say I fell off, them man there are hella haters If I fell off, must've fell off stairs on to some elevators Got a young boy you can look at, tell he's hella dangerous Them man are talking, but my bruddas, we're the demonstrators Young nigga's killing 'em, free my nigga Simion He went to jail, I had a ten, when he's home I'll have some millions And everything is real rap, so everybody feel that How them man try step on my toes when they're still cap? It's a roadman trackie when I slide in them streets No, I don't even own a suit 'cause all my ties in the streets Them man hide and we seek, I put the grind on repeat Ten tonne pressed aside down like reclinin' a seat Yo, I hate when I hear rappers talkin 'bout pressin' and mixin' Same pussy cappers never even stepped in a kitchen Use to run it up in crackheads 'til they get an eviction Yeah, I made a lot of money due to stress and addiction Who's real? Used to do the nights for two bills Now I make sure my blocks straight before the news spill Before all this rose gold, I really had a few steels Now the chains froze, watch froze, and I'm due chills I don't give a fuck about how you feel Put me on a beat like this, shit gettin' too real Said it's no more freestyles, and that shit was true still But if I don't go this hard, then tell me, who will?
Ask alot off guys about me They gon tell you that I’m out here Me and km fully loaded we ain’t going back yeh I just got a call from mum and I told her I’ll be back soon TRAP TRAP TRAP I’m tryna make it out the back room Just got a call from d And it’s some bad news E don’t love me no more S
I REMEMBER THEM BLOCK DAYS. WHEN IT WAS ME , MOGZ EN RENNIE. SMILED EVERY DAY , STILL WE DIDINT HAVE A PENNY. BUTCHER LIKE BENNY. I BEEN DEAD ALREADY. TOOL HEAVY. IF THE TOMMY BUNS IT'S CATCHIN A MAN IN THE BELLY. PIFFS SMELLY.
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It's big waps, bad B's, phones and yay
If the good die young then I'll be old and grey
They want advice, tell me really what I'm supposed to say
When I got here from drug deals, sales and motorways
Yo, all the gang's wild, can somebody tame us
Gotta step with the stick like we got gum on our trainers
All them yutes I robbed must hate it when I come on the playlist
At least that you can say that you was robbed by somebody famous
Go ask in the hood I'm who they call for the tings
But we still go to war with swords like it's Lord Of The Rings
Pateks, Rolex's, Audemars, it's all on the skin
Call me Fredo, but I'm also known as lord of the bling
Yo, his mum and dad weren't 'round, he got closer with the gang
Had no bread up the kitchen, got that toaster in his hand
Nah, my opp's don't need no holidays with lotion and no sand
Just go and stand up on your block, you'll be closer to a tan
Since the last one got blazed, they don't chill in estates
Need to know where you stay, get the drizzy, no Drake
What you bringin' to this table? I'ma listen and wait
I bring so much food in this place, you'll never finish your plate
Where I'm from, I can't even lie, them prisons are fate
But it's a big mansion next time I live in them gates
Drillin' ain't jumpin' out the car and waving'knives
If you man are drilling then why ain't you guys takin' lives? Baby guys
I got big waps, no baby .9's
Girl with big back givin' uck 'til I got lazy eyes
Stro got nicked for his kidnap, but it made him wise
Then he bucked the plug in jail and that really changed his life
Yo, I wouldn't lie, know there ain't no feelin' like when bullets fly
Runnin' on the other side, gang gang and my hoodie tied
Wonderin' if a pussy died when I'm gettin' back on ends
Had some olders, pressured them, they ain't comin' back again
They say that life's priceless can't put a price on that
But if the price is right, you'll die, I'll put my guys on that
Fly to Dubai I'm with the same guys, it's a crazy settin'
More foreign cars lined up here than in an Asian wedding
Yeah my brudda's catchin' years, they ain't got a month
Everyone sittin' down, it's like I'm from a block of Monks
Heard he got a watch, but he don't put in, watch us rob the punk
Bet that prezi won't even last as long as Donald Trump
Yo, new problems that I'm faced with when the guala come
Pickin' out the Rollie or the AP, that's a common one
Look at what you've gone and done
Yeah, I rap about them trap spots and all them times on the block
But, believe me, it wasn't fun
Every time I drop, just know I'm risin', akh
It use to be ten a show, now you can times it that
A lot of man stayed the same, I really find it sad
Forget rap 'cause I was lit up in my times of crack
Nah, I don't even draw I'm usin' words as art
So if I do draw that girl, then she's a work of art
Mum went up in my drawer, she found that work and dark
Check the score, it's not a draw, I'm from the dirty 'Zart
Can you name another brudda out here rippin' these beats
With food sellin' on these roads, and drillers kill in these streets
I can drop it, but there's also a delivery fee
Came far from a damn nitty, no Sterling, it's Man City
They say I fell off, them man there are hella haters
If I fell off, must've fell off stairs on to some elevators
Got a young boy you can look at, tell he's hella dangerous
Them man are talking, but my bruddas, we're the demonstrators
Young nigga's killing 'em, free my nigga Simion
He went to jail, I had a ten, when he's home I'll have some millions
And everything is real rap, so everybody feel that
How them man try step on my toes when they're still cap?
It's a roadman trackie when I slide in them streets
No, I don't even own a suit 'cause all my ties in the streets
Them man hide and we seek, I put the grind on repeat
Ten tonne pressed aside down like reclinin' a seat
Yo, I hate when I hear rappers talkin 'bout pressin' and mixin'
Same pussy cappers never even stepped in a kitchen
Use to run it up in crackheads 'til they get an eviction
Yeah, I made a lot of money due to stress and addiction
Who's real? Used to do the nights for two bills
Now I make sure my blocks straight before the news spill
Before all this rose gold, I really had a few steels
Now the chains froze, watch froze, and I'm due chills
I don't give a fuck about how you feel
Put me on a beat like this, shit gettin' too real
Said it's no more freestyles, and that shit was true still
But if I don't go this hard, then tell me, who will?
Actual boyo for the full lyriz bro😎😭
Oooop!!! Big up man
fire bruv
ONE OF DA BEST RAP BEATS PERIOD.
Nice reprod. Killed it.
I was looking for this 🔥
Smashed a hard Freestyle to this, serious music 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Bout to body this
love this!
wish we had a loop feature on youtube
My guy hard beat 🔥🙏🏻🙌
I love this beat
There's a reason why i grew up so diffrent
Filled with hate
That shit was consistent
Down to the vein
Now I'm in pain
I had a lot on my plate
Didn't leave a crumb
I embraced
That's a reason how I'm made
But then again
I cry when I'm alone
Let me start it off
My mother died
In 06 i was 5
My "dad" didn't really give a shit
He couldn't tell you where her grave is
Got to get on
I aint sat complaining
Even though I'm filled with hatred
It's a shame that he's remaining
I sit and think in the evening
Flash backs as I'm sleeping
Waking up and wheeping
But anyway ima just switch it back
No one can match this rap
It's a wrap
Whole load of separation on our hands
And it hurts
The only person that I'll need is my girl
We've got to set expectations and examples
To our boys
Just to show them that there's good in this world
I'll remain the same
Even if I make it
I wouldn't let the fame
Get to my head
I'd still lie in the same bed
Wouldn't switch my wife
Let’s go🔥🔥🔥🔥
Bang on 👌 anychance you can do fredo pattern gang beat ?
Big up for this
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
cold
Is this instrumental on Spotify
0:17
0:40
Make a hardo honest to god instrumental this is❄️tho
What is that sample??🥶 any one know?
Orochimaru theme
Ibbys gonna blow this one up 💯 💯
who is the original beatmaker please ? nice reprod bro
It's big waps, bad B's, phones and yay
If the good die young then I'll be old and grey
They want advice, tell me really what I'm supposed to say
When I got here from drug deals, sales and motorways
Yo, all the gang's wild, can somebody tame us
Gotta step with the stick like we got gum on our trainers
All them yutes I robbed must hate it when I come on the playlist
At least that you can say that you was robbed by somebody famous
Go ask in the hood I'm who they call for the tings
But we still go to war with swords like it's Lord Of The Rings
Pateks, Rolex's, Audemars, it's all on the skin
Call me Fredo, but I'm also known as lord of the bling
Yo, his mum and dad weren't 'round, he got closer with the gang
Had no bread up the kitchen, got that toaster in his hand
Nah, my opp's don't need no holidays with lotion and no sand
Just go and stand up on your block, you'll be closer to a tan
Since the last one got blazed, they don't chill in estates
Need to know where you stay, get the drizzy, no Drake
What you bringin' to this table? I'ma listen and wait
I bring so much food in this place, you'll never finish your plate
Where I'm from, I can't even lie, them prisons are fate
But it's a big mansion next time I live in them gates
Drillin' ain't jumpin' out the car and waving'knives
If you man are drilling then why ain't you guys takin' lives? Baby guys
I got big waps, no baby .9's
Girl with big back givin' uck 'til I got lazy eyes
Stro got nicked for his kidnap, but it made him wise
Then he bucked the plug in jail and that really changed his life
Yo, I wouldn't lie, know there ain't no feelin' like when bullets fly
Runnin' on the other side, gang gang and my hoodie tied
Wonderin' if a pussy died when I'm gettin' back on ends
Had some olders, pressured them, they ain't comin' back again
They say that life's priceless can't put a price on that
But if the price is right, you'll die, I'll put my guys on that
Fly to Dubai I'm with the same guys, it's a crazy settin'
More foreign cars lined up here than in an Asian wedding
Yeah my brudda's catchin' years, they ain't got a month
Everyone sittin' down, it's like I'm from a block of Monks
Heard he got a watch, but he don't put in, watch us rob the punk
Bet that prezi won't even last as long as Donald Trump
Yo, new problems that I'm faced with when the guala come
Pickin' out the Rollie or the AP, that's a common one
Look at what you've gone and done
Yeah, I rap about them trap spots and all them times on the block
But, believe me, it wasn't fun
Every time I drop, just know I'm risin', akh
It use to be ten a show, now you can times it that
A lot of man stayed the same, I really find it sad
Forget rap 'cause I was lit up in my times of crack
Nah, I don't even draw I'm usin' words as art
So if I do draw that girl, then she's a work of art
Mum went up in my drawer, she found that work and dark
Check the score, it's not a draw, I'm from the dirty 'Zart
Can you name another brudda out here rippin' these beats
With food sellin' on these roads, and drillers kill in these streets
I can drop it, but there's also a delivery fee
Came far from a damn nitty, no Sterling, it's Man City
They say I fell off, them man there are hella haters
If I fell off, must've fell off stairs on to some elevators
Got a young boy you can look at, tell he's hella dangerous
Them man are talking, but my bruddas, we're the demonstrators
Young nigga's killing 'em, free my nigga Simion
He went to jail, I had a ten, when he's home I'll have some millions
And everything is real rap, so everybody feel that
How them man try step on my toes when they're still cap?
It's a roadman trackie when I slide in them streets
No, I don't even own a suit 'cause all my ties in the streets
Them man hide and we seek, I put the grind on repeat
Ten tonne pressed aside down like reclinin' a seat
Yo, I hate when I hear rappers talkin 'bout pressin' and mixin'
Same pussy cappers never even stepped in a kitchen
Use to run it up in crackheads 'til they get an eviction
Yeah, I made a lot of money due to stress and addiction
Who's real? Used to do the nights for two bills
Now I make sure my blocks straight before the news spill
Before all this rose gold, I really had a few steels
Now the chains froze, watch froze, and I'm due chills
I don't give a fuck about how you feel
Put me on a beat like this, shit gettin' too real
Said it's no more freestyles, and that shit was true still
But if I don't go this hard, then tell me, who will?
Ask alot off guys about me
They gon tell you that I’m out here
Me and km fully loaded we ain’t going back yeh I just got a call from mum and I told her I’ll be back soon TRAP TRAP TRAP I’m tryna make it out the back room
Just got a call from d
And it’s some bad news
E don’t love me no more
S
missing the heavy base
I REMEMBER THEM BLOCK DAYS.
WHEN IT WAS ME , MOGZ EN RENNIE.
SMILED EVERY DAY , STILL WE DIDINT HAVE A PENNY.
BUTCHER LIKE BENNY.
I BEEN DEAD ALREADY.
TOOL HEAVY.
IF THE TOMMY BUNS IT'S CATCHIN A MAN IN THE BELLY.
PIFFS SMELLY.