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letra de rather be (freestyle) - maxsta

what they know about street heat?
i’m in the manor where the shots go beep beep
skirt skirt on a b-tch, then i skeet skeet
you was on my timeline begging for a retweet
i was living in peckham, shopping at east street
after church with nanny before my peak teens
ra and yo sold me street dreams
remember when i tried to smoke paper and tea leaves?
nowadays it’s all bang bang, chief keef
f-ck a dart, f-ck it up but i’m from east please
i will tell a [?] around me like a boris bike
and give you cs gas if you’re on a hype
married to the grind – h-ll ya, i’ve got a wife
hear my att-tude, h-ll yeah i’m not polite
i’m meeting fans that are telling me that i’m such a guy
b-tches saying “you should be further” and they wonder why
i do too and i ain’t gotta lie
but i’m living for my brother, he ain’t gonna die
in a world where i’m black so they’re colour blind
only seeing miley, justin bieber and them other guys
still get g-ssed off the summertime
buy a quick ped for a grand and i’m gonna ride
sun’s out, i see them hoes skinning up
but that ain’t loyal, they’re everybody’s – not one of mine
i spit with precision, f-ck all that other hype
k!lling the riddim and getting love alike
i’m a challenged like cinnamon if you’re gonna try
hope you’ve got a friend with good advice you could run it by
you ain’t shooting like them white kids in columbine
when you wearing that mask like it’s horror time
you’re a gangster, it’s time to do some gangster sh-t
court violated 9, you ain’t on a hype
uh, but let me switch it
i’ve been trill, got a holler seed for a visit
i never had a one-liner, never had a gimmick but
i still got b-tches on my stick, no quidditch
n0body’s fake and everybody’s the realest
and everybody raps but none of them n-ggas k!ll it
so i’m in newham banging movers song ringtone
liquor in my cup tell him s did you bill it?
never can you haters give an f about a critic
singing german whip but you’re cruising in a civic
see the way i go on everything i spit? i live it
and i could get naan, i ain’t gotta drill the digits
oe oebs you already know that’s who my clique is
never snake my n-gga for the money and the b-tches
i’m in stony jeans, you are primark fitted
like your stepmother i be going on wicked
you could get pitched fam, you don’t wanna kick it
thought i couldn’t f-ck your girl till i did it
the game’s gone washed, i can’t really say i’m in it
i’m on the outside tryna tell you how i’m living
so now i got a oeb chick
i put my gas in her bra cos the police be quick but
these rappers ain’t showing me sh-t
he hyped on twitter, took a stroll to his crib
yeah, i’m overly sick
and i love [?] like n0body did
the ends aren’t washed, can’t go to e6 plus
plus stelfs at priory can’t go where he lives
i’ve got drive, i could chauffeur these kids
wanna talk show? then i open these kids
sit em at a table like they’re supposed to be drinks
try and tell em ’bout life, they probably won’t believe sh-t
cause everybody’s so g-ssed, i gotta take a sec
take a right but everybody’s tryna take a left
the road less traveled is the hardest
easier being like everybody else and throw away respect
active, catch a body, that’s the major step
join a gang and put your mother through some major stress
uh, that’s how it goes round here but
max got uncountable flows round here, yeah

- maxsta

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