Lightwork Freestyle

Ghosty
Look, look

Huncho, I'm a well known stepper
Ask in West, I'm a well known cheffer
If I push that blade in your chest
I'll twist that round 'til the whole thing red up
Cut, cut man's trim all better
I should know better, that job got done
If I step with these Rambo's twinning
They'll come back wet like *

Couldn't give a fuck if I'm banned from rap
I'm still talking crud
When I cheffed three yutes on the mains
All we saw was singles swinging out blood
There's waps and shanks in the ride
That's twenty plus years if the whip gets spun
Grip it, lift it, buss
Or trip him, dip him, did it, I duss

I don't know why I hear this nonsense
I done crossed that bridge too often
Or it's GB, that's the closest option
Yeah, my blade stain bags and boxes
Bag them boxes and send it kway
M25 got several delays
Tell him vas' that, bank that and get that train
All of them stupid link ups
Flex at drink ups, getting pathetic
But there's things that the gang don't mention
How we whacked and stamped man's head in
If I'm sending a message, they still try beg it
I drill, no cap, no questions
He scream like gyal, they chat like bellends
None of them back their bredrin
All facts, no lies, I'm telling

Bro, are you gonna back your bro?
Russ' bro didn't back his bro
Woah, Double Tap done tapped off loads
It's a known fact that I back my bros
Bro, are you gonna back your bro?
Russ' bro didn't back his bro
Woah, Double Tap done tapped off loads
It's a known fact that I back my bros

Rather step with my shank than a pocket rocket
Rock it, if bro's on him then I'm on him
The beef got peak, we was riding often
And them boy love type but they ain't really on it
Trap and bang, man, it's all for the profit
Them man beg beef, CGM, most wanted
Hella guys claiming there's a problem
But no one wanna slide where my block is
* got no juice on his Rambo
So why does this nerd talk bad bro?
They're in a bando but got no bazzo
Why do they talk 'bout trap bro?
Fizzy done spilt man's juice like Tango
Gyal got back bro, got arse like mango
I'm out 'ere for the bank rolls
I laugh when I see man cuffing the gyal though

Most of my shank in his chest and my Rambo chew him
Burr now his Canada's ruined
You can get bored for the littlest things
So rudeboy, mind who you're screwing
Broad day, up front, no manners
I scored like Gareth but didn't get bail
Try run, didn't work out well
Now I'm on a Circo bus to Felts

I stepped out of jail all laughing
Like three of them yutes got *
Go ride for your fucking friends
Stop tryna get fame on the fucking net
Hella man dash when the skeng get pressed
Big Rambisha tear out his chest
I can never get less than five
Give eleven, I splashed down *
Wet, wet man's chest or his head
My intent is fucking death
If the opps dem slip on the block
That's me on a three-double-O with skengs
I ain't kidding when I step on another hood
Tryna make man meet his end
If sutting got slapped in the rave
It was probably done by me or my friend

She wan' do this savage, ay
Gyal fi get tings, I ain't bashing, yo
I done it real quick, real rapping
In too deep, man, I'm into the action
Lightskin gyal, I'm attracted, mad ting
Is that a spot for the hand ting?
Anywhere, gang get it cracking
If I get nicked then it's back to the landing
But I ain't tryna see that jailhouse again
If I done it before, I'll do it again
Hit that once, I ain't hitting it again
Gang bucked * and they bored him again
Sliding, of course I'm gliding
Real definition of violence
Trips on trips, man, I've done bare mileage
Need me a drop bro, it's all due timing

Bro, are you gonna back your bro?
Russ' bro didn't back his bro
Woah, Double Tap done tapped off loads
It's a known fact that I back my bros
Bro, are you gonna back your bro?
Russ' bro didn't back his bro
Woah, Double Tap done tapped off loads
It's a known fact that I back my bros