blackbox freestyle

walkin' down my road and i don't even know my ends now, everybody's shanked up, everybody's got a skeng now, and man are tryna' kotch with a jezzy, talkin' bout their cock and a semi, they move rocks n' are ready, see, every boy's a trapper till the shit hits the fan, and then the shit hits the wall, your flushing bits with the raw, and every girls a trap queen, till they kickin' the door, and now you're in the station telling stories like roald dahl, your man are in a holdin' cell, hoping that you hold out, my ends is all fucked now, gotta' nigga tryn'a cut now, i've been to the end of that road, bruv i've been to them graveyards, i've been to the pen for my bro's, and bruv i've seen what a skeng does to mugs in the south, like i've seen a shank leave a nigga's guts hangin' out, seeing big straps, make a whip crash no whiplash, big money, make a big man look like a kid akh, you ain't really from here, armani's clean, the vision's never cloudy, so know, what i'm moncler, you're trapping for designer, i'm in and out of santander, on a madness doing recon for a line up, 4-1-9 that's word to my nigerian uncle up in lagos, no favors for the paper, bring all your guys you could lose that war, you bring a burner to the beef, i'll make you use that corn, you bring a turner to the madness, you could lose that corn, man that's the nigga's have you missin' that's some u-nicorn, school they never rated, girls call me a money man, the yutes call me a paigon, but i've never been a witness like jehovah, so i couldn't tell you my involvement, from sticks to revolvers, i've never been no victim to them olders, so i can't disclose what the holder gets you, have to ask my older friends, never been a witness like jehovah, so i couldn't tell you my involvement, from sticks to revolvers, i've never been no victim to them olders, so i can't disclose what the holder gets you, have to ask my older friends, for half dark, half light, get it for a calm price, hangin' out the pass seat, like heath ledger in the dark knight, what the fuck is a one on one, fighting fuckin' punch to punch, i'll boot you in your face bruv, i won't ever watch my darg fight, the fuck, you gonna tell me that you love me, gave my boys my square, they still tried to bump me, that was way back, i had to switch the game up, now i got springs in my 110, and springs in that. they gave my brother 18 for a fucking murder, a knife crime, the lifetime, the whole sentence he servin', now in my chest, my brother knows it's burning, them visits had me crying, had me whelping, had me taking pills to help it, lookin' thinking who am i?, truss you never knew this guy, grandma died, had my mother strict 'n' talkin' suicide, truss me i don't say that shit, why? i never rate these kids, my mum was on a madness, you ain't never seen no pain like this, i know you niggas feel this, brother puttin' on a brave face for this visit, but i know my brother feels it, and my brother don't reveal it, nah, my brother don't reveal it, take a life, for my mother, my brother, don't wanna steal it, but, this tracks got me on a rage, my brothers stressed out, i man can see it in his face, and man can see it in his eyes, he's holding back the tears, that judge movin' like a mion, holdin' back them years, they done my brother dirty, doin' hard time, he didn't even do the dirties, but i can't say much, cause' certain man are snitches, and certain man are bitches, and certain girls are witches, and wale was a witness, put their shanks in my brothers back, how's that fair?, gave skells 16, and bruv he wasn't even there, case was all banter, until junior got cancer, and mum's got sick, and tales got told, and then the paint wore off, and true colors got shown, and certain man go free, and all the real nigga's don't, so, shout out lewis, and shout out serge, now i'm rolling with an 'arghh' that will get man 'arghh', what? like wale, i'm a get you down, a couple man they wanna get you, i'm a get you first, i'm a get you last, and i'm a get you well, and show you snitching motherfuckers, just why you don't tell, so how the fuck you gonna tell me that you hate me?, when i was dead broke, they still bumped me on my ac's, i've never had doe, them niggas laughed, they wouldn't rate me, now the trainers on my feet, are like minimum like 380, what? cause' i'm prada boy now, i'm money boy now, i'm piano boy now, i'm mr duck a man down, mr fuckin' stop asking, how i get my p's in, askin' for a bringin, none of you brought me in, brother fuck a fake friend, why you fuckin' ridin' for?, got a couple people that i'd die for, ride out, lights out, my brothers pullin' strings from up in hide down, to get you skied before the sky down, look at the sky now