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letra de 2026 intro freestyle - clavish

[verse]
where do i start? f-ck it, how do i finish?
i’ve been in my bag, ain’t had time to be stuck in my feelings
shotting class a, i was not out here cannabis flipping
waps bareback to waps that’s been passed around, better run to the clinic
kiki said i’m her best f-ck, made her cum in a minute
four and a half, used to wrap the four but sample the midget
stacey let me stay at her house, built a bond with that nitty
george used to lie for a tick but i was fond of that kitty
started carrying knives, they might turn me pack if i slip
started carrying firearms, carrying knives got silly
four thousand for my winter coat, now i can’t tell if it’s chilly
i can work round bum and br–sts but she gotta be pretty
one day i’ll tell the world why i hate maybachs
my gang might look at me all funny like, “clav, why you say that?”
but i just say it how it is, my music don’t contain cap
been carrying the hood on my back, think it’s too late for a pat on it
treat instrumentals like a pebble phone, i’m putting crack on it
my stones are the ones rappers don’t have, no need for camera tricks
i’m fried, not on talking terms, i gave her racks for a new pair of tits
my young’un came back from west london with a brand new pair of kicks
i’ve done it all, big homie cheffed n-ggas, hit l!cks
pulled up on them with gun and knife, “which one you want? pick quick”
think they can troll me cah i run off from a brudda with a stick
i can’t feel no way, in real life, everybody’s lips zipped
rick owen, big drip, only hit her one time, been talking ’bout it ever since
we went opp blocks in fishbowls, too lazy to get tints
money gave me power, before music money, you weren’t sh-t
i’ve spoke to n-ggas from your bits, facetime, rubbing on her cl-t
my n-gga – but that won’t stop him from running it red
he don’t play out ever since he got a knife stuck in his neck
when i’m done with music, you’ll consider me one of the best
i’m aware how much i’m blessed, survivor’s guilt
on top of trying to survive, i need to stress
i got tattoos of my friends that’s passed away, i can’t forget
four pipes, wake up my neighbours if i put my whip in s
arguing but we both know we’re making up with s-x
you can keep the internet
cah going back to forth on it is something i ain’t into
red beam turn you to a hindu
long live 22, i miss you, no, we can’t dismiss the issue
don’t ask me if i’ve put in work, i’ll think you’re being rude
had females on the way that i was not tanning
you got the – and that is not pattern
we bought peppers and wetters in case the peppers jammed
so you getting caught lacking and getting lucky will not happen
i’m in dxb, in a sf90, moving scatty
pull out game outta this world, these gnats wish that they could trap me
you ain’t happy for me, deep down, probably wish i was still trapping
sometimes i drive through my pagan hood and wish i could get active
but i’m rapping now, no cap, i’m rapping
had a fallout, now all of a sudden, i’m capping
i don’t mind doing stabbings, let my n-gga tap it
my mum said, “don’t go and jeopardise all of your talent”
i’m sipping lean, gotta be careful i don’t crash the wagon
one worker hitting shots, we got the other bagging
i done broad day stabbings and some kidnappings
feds done the sweep on my block cah they grip matics

- clavish

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