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letra de apna freestyle - swoop ghazi

apna freestyle lyrics
[verse]
they’re coming through, they’re so para
tell me who flows badder
don’t matter, man will make your soul shatter
i ain’t tryna go round and round like mo farah
do it for the whole manor, ain’t just any old rapper
no glamour, throwing up my own banner, dough grabber
came up with no ladder, b-tches that don’t flatter
no chatter, tryna make moves man i’m so jagger
i’m so mo salah cause under pressure darg i ball alone
i might snap like the one that they call capone
but when the squad rolls out
they be asking who are we and i ain’t even talking phones
so i don’t give two f-cks about a bally
tryna make dough flip like i’m making chapatti
could be sitting in the passy of the a4
thinking how it’s all money then we went and made more
stay raw, let it buzz, tell him cuz, nothing like they said i was
i thank god for my mother’s prayers
i ain’t nothing like these other brehs
best believe i’m above ’em like i come up stairs
they’re full of greed and they could’ve shared
but i stood aware, showing resistance
knowing the difference, no flow in existence
i’ve been miles ahead and now i’m showing the distance
carrying myself, not knowing assistance
so inconsistent like you bang blind
and you can try but i’m like van dijk
cah the ballers on my left and right
they be shooting through your back line
man climbed straight up the ladder with a bad mind
and i take anything i can find
they don’t show a dude love so i put on the mask like mankind
peak if the gang ride, been on a mad grind but if i step round
they’ll be looking at their feet like their head’s down
wouldn’t say it often, left me no option
tryna see heaven through the barrel of a shotgun
wanna ride out? do your shoes up tight
cah when we go to war it’s the shoot up type
i plead my innocence already, promised that i’d stay calm
brudda but i’m k!lling ’em already
who’s real? i ain’t picking out of many
cah man lose vision watching telly
weigh ten stone, thinking that they’re heavy
like we signed lionel the way brum’s getting messy
let me step it up and get ’em ready
two packs with the belly, outlaws on the strip makaveli
got a league full of ballers like jelly, you ready?
their fake f-cking energies, i drop ’em like they’re bowling pins
street paki came out, bought the whole road with him
we’re zoning in, dice game, know you’ve gotta roll to win
ice chain bringing in the coldest wind
moving like a f-g if we’re smoking him
know i’ve been known to sin
everything was calm until brum city roll up in
don’t know my levels, go and check mate
know my henchmen will have to show your king
switching up my moods, i’m bipolaring
waiting for the lift, now the doors are f-cking opening
if my brodie put the work in there’s no way they’ll cope with him
sick, i’m co-codaming
bars are like diarrhoea kid, i couldn’t hold ’em in
hit a couple goals to win
now i’ve got the drive, i ain’t even chauffeuring
me, i take the opening
they ride along, kevin hart
little dargs, i let ’em bark
i’ve been moving certi from the start
move when it’s late, no shadows in the dark
putting arrows in your heart like your love life
i reflect on the past, on the front line
i’ve got friends that are closer than blood ties
so when it comes time or the time comes
i ain’t out here with mandem that might run

- swoop ghazi

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