One Mic Freestyle

H1K made this
Look, I'm OH, like man better know my team OH
Man better know it's all peak OH, can't be talkin' like grease OH
And again, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah OH, man better know my ting
It's crazy

I tell man I'm still tryna keep a G face (trust)
One year gone, and it still hurts me mate
God gimme two bros, don't know why He took one
But I give thanks 'cause I still got CJ (trust)
And I give thanks 'cause I still got Reeth too (trust)
Circle's small, bare man better see-through (facts)
Sea full of bitch boys, dunno how to act, fam
And them days are the days man need you (word)

'015, told me you gonna blow fam
'018 I was glad I believed you (facts)
Sis told me that your name can't die fam (never)
Can't when you see man spit, then he sees you
When I see him spit I see you too
And I get that same spark in Reeth too
That's the effect that you had on the mandem
Tell you gonna blow, now I gotta say, "Me too" (I switch it)

So 220, still got no man up out bars
Oi Kenny, what's this blud? (Oi Kenny!)
Joey kickstart buy some beggy shit, ah
His, don't wanna rate this one (why though?)
I wouldn't stand for postie too
I never got no duppy, I was pissed, blud
But I took man's name out the bag
Cah he went and put me on this one

If I wished ops wrong then I meant it (trust)
I ain't tryna say that it's right but I speak to the man upstairs and repent it (facts)
See I'm far from fake like Cadette was (word)
Nah, fuck that I mean Cadette is (cut)
Cah my bro ain't gone, yeah he still lives on
And he's up there flexin', next thing, watch out girl who the best is (who?)

Cah it ain't you, bro (trust me)
See the man ain't ready (no)
K be the one like uno
Bet you thought I was gonna say heady (got you)
Dead man soft like teddy
Man I came from bottom and it was rotten
No dawg, stop it, I came from the mud, no wellies (fuck off)
Naw fuck that, let me get Shelly (why)
Now why they wanna war me? (Why, why)
I just mind my business
And beat your girl when she's horny (facts)

Make a blue movie like Ratman
Aw fuck, that's blue story (mad)
But you catch my drift
These man and my kids, the father ask more, he
Porky pies, the man don't all talk, G
So they better get with the programme (trust)

I was killin' MCs, doin' this part time
I got PRSPs for my slow jams (arsed it)
I used to beat man's girl for the banter of it (facts)
You man spoke on that gangsta rubbish (facts)
Flexin' away, sellin' all your peas
Rhubarb boys ain't gotta act up for nuttin'

See I done lost my mind, guess I found it
Then I put a bit of common sense around it (then?)
Them man love to act big and bounty (why?)
Tea get toast like a big announcement, naw
You get toast like a wedding speech
Them man, they chat hella grease
My life, hella sweet
If I get your girl, now she gettin' D like

You was in that bedroom lickin' out skets (trust)
I was in the bedroom lickin' out tunes
Oldschool, never had P's for the sesh
Asked your Joe how I killin' his dudes (yes)
Never gangbang, still earnt my respect, never
Dingy cheque, not one of them dudes (no)
I was like, "Put your hands on who?"
You don't wanna end up on the 10 o'clock news

Fuck that, 10 o'clock who?
Finna put a nigga with 10 of my goons (trust)
None of my old school G's them rap (no)
They do wrap man and they do wrap food (uh)
I grew around monsters, like we were tryna be good youths (we were)
And now the clothes that I get's all sponsored (and)
Next year I might start givin' out shoes

I'm still out here with the G's, dem
Say it's okay, everything's okay
Girls like me and now I get P's in (trust)
T fresh home but I still got friends in the bin
Her majesty, free them!
Man wanna use my oldschool fro
Little niggas still tryna be me, then
I swear them under my semen, uh

See man and we crease them (trust)
My G to the right, shooters to the left
I'm callin' them Antoine Griezmann (boo)
Girls in the hood still ask for the wood
I'm bougie and now I can't beat them
Music scenes kinda mad then they said man's closed
Like, what this is free then?

Watch the olders, I can't be them no (never)
I can never be one (no)
One tree girl, I know these man don't
Cah they act like dazed, they been seein' the one I get
Don't film shows ambushed by O's
Like fuck that, I need a sweet one
Andrew do no favours
Fuck exposure, bro, I need peace, fam

And they got me like bar for bar, not half as hard
I laugh like ha-di-ha, your dog is ours (go)
Run up your doggy's yard, that's Mardi Gras (go)
Who's gotta mask 'em, man, them blast 'em off
Bro get your flow intact, your flow is whack
Niggas ain't notice that I'm holdin' back (mad)
Live with the coldest act, you know it's us (mad)
Man a dead in the ends of cul-de-sacs

Get a dead ends with cul-de-sac (fuckers)
And I have to roll it back, this flow is tack
Niggas can't flow with man, no flow with gang
Hypin', you owe the bang, your girl might owe the slang
H1K made this
Aw bruv, this shit's too easy man
OH, RIP cuz



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Writer(s): Luke Joseph
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