NRF FREESTYLE
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Ah
I been through the wars, mad pain, not mentionin' stress
Take away my taps, I still got a lot on my chest
Crash, aimin' for your hat, why you coppin' a vest?
I told ****, but, he's shook to finesse
'Nough niggas gon' fail if they get put to the test
A youngin talkin' 'bout an opp, he tryna put him to bed
I'm always clean, but, when it's time to step, I'm makin' a mess
They gave my nigga half a decade for a pick and a text
Kurt gave me more weight so I can put it in pebs
He just wanna see me shine, it's all love and respect
He make sure we got guns that got lots of lеd
And the funny thing is, he ain't evеn from the end (Word)
Bitches think I'm weird 'cause we hit and don't chat again
My niggas think I'm weird 'cause I don't want rapper friends
Me and Keegz used to play with the .9 all night
Then come back the next day and babysit the mache' again
I'm C-L-A-V, I ain't doin' rap battles
Might send two disses, nothin' that I can't handle
Finesse food, switch sim, to me, that's no hastle
Last **** I saw, gave him more drip then flannels
Promoters think they can tell me how much people I come with
If I can't bring my whole gang, then, fuck your money
I'm in Dubai in the big Benz, fuck the Culli'
Susie only wants rice, she said, "Fuck the curry"
You can say that I just rap, but, minus that, I've still done more than you
And, that's no cap, I'm puttin' that on my dead niggas, you should know that
Leave his top red, now, he's twinin' with a Coke can
I'm lucky there was no cam', I'm so gang
I think I should 'low it 'cause I'll ride for you
But, would you ride for me? Now, I doubt it
The love's still there, just don't wanna be around him
I don't do F, so, my runners literally cost me a thousand
I'm married to the Queen's head, don't plan on havin' affairs
If I say I need teeth, I ain't chattin' veneers
How you still on the twos? You been trappin' for years
If M got paralyzed, he'll probably trap in a chair
Stylin' teachers is childish when I think of it
I saw man drivin' 'round in somethin' equivalent to my pinky ring
I'm in the club, dimmers tryna bring it in
Locked eyes a couple times and that's how I know she's on minglin'
I'm gonna miss ****, we were actually bros
Broke my heart when I found out it's a statement he wrote
Niggas ain't on bangin' out or trappin' hard
Why the fuck he outside? You're better off stayin' at home
If my nigga gets to jeet, that don't mean he ain't innocent
She fell out with her friend, they're both tryna get intimate
After my tape, I'ma go for my publishin'
And, you'll still see me on my block like some idiot
Pros and cons when the droppers start pissin' in my sheets
Must be a magic trick, how you fit it in them jeans
I don't give a toss, cuttin' through **** in a Porsche
With a cute one, but, her back bigger than my dreams
I was up early mornin', really lickin' all them fiends
Been shot at close range, I guess I'm here for a reason
The tea that I'm sportin', of course, it's in season
I don't do dates, I hit girls without treatin'
I ain't got that many friends, drivin' coupes are not a problem
Crash in and out of jail, each time is not for shottin'
Uptown, if Jamies got his rambo knife
When we're shoppin', I just hope we don't see no oppers (H-D Beats)
In the hoop for five years, I just hope we don't see no coppers
Used to eat in a restaurant with a rocket, gang

NRF Freestyle

RAP GAME OUTRO
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[Verse]
Oi, Little B, remember when them niggas tried to shoot at my car but them niggas missed
Free all my on-it opps 'cause them niggas missed
Rest in peace NB, ’cause that nigga's missed
YB too, I ain't forgot you, I got you on my ink
Rest in peace Rick, we weren’t like that, but you showed me love
Nothin' like them weirdo niggas, always switchin' up
Rest in peace Kamari, I ain't seen you in a hundred months
Before I rest in peace, I'm tryna give a hundred to my mum
That's for all the times you ran up in my room and found some drugs
And I had no excuse because I was tryna run it up
The same niggas sayin' that it's war, I got them runnin’ off
Used to look up to you, dumbest thing I’ve ever done
Dumbest thing I've ever did
You ain’t even sellin' bricks
Really, I'm just sellin' packs, supporters wanna hear me rap
Nanny used to lecture me often, "Stop sellin’ crack"
I was in the traphouse when I heard she's never comin' back
Most my paigons shook on their block, tryna see what's good
And we ain't even ridin', we're just passin' through the neighbourhood
And I won't squash beef with them, even if they say I should
And I ain't goin' broke again, furthermore, I never could
My mum knows I've got beef, be careful when you're on street
Fine in the bando, then I'm probably up on Ox Street
How you switch up on me when we used to roll deep?
My flicky does lean, come like I dipped it in some Codeine
Got a show, but my niggas dead
This ain't how it's supposed to be
From the age of four, five, my nigga used to roll with me
To house parties every week, my nigga used to roll with me
To slidin' on them opp boys, my nigga used to roll with me
Got a wetter on me, and a hitter that still rolls with me
My manager a savage, better watch how you're approachin' me
A rack for this jacket, servin' shots without a racket
Couple stacks for this hand thing, know yourself before I slap it
My auntie don't like when I rap about gang shit, trap shit, bad shit
She thinks I'm not a bad kid
Bando bandit, my outfit cost about six
I never used to have six, I never used to have racks
I never used to sell B, I never used to have crack
I never used to Christian Dior with a top to match
I never used to have fake friends, well, nah, I did
I never knew they were fake like frontal wigs
Niggas doin' music, but they're rappin' shit they never did
I'm always showin' prints, but I'm not cappin' when I rap my shit
Don't know if this is where to say, but I wish I could trade my dead friends with certain niggas that are here today
My bro finessed my other bro
Now, they don't roll as friends
I gotta go to the grave just to see my closest friend
I write on my iPhone, I don't need a closest pen
I got court tomorrow, pray that they don't send me to the closest penn'
Got love for couple olders that I know, that's a shockin' fact
None of them taught me how to cook coke or cock it back
Used to hit shots out my yard like my mum comin' back
Used to hit shots like there weren't such thing as the can
Kiko told me, "Pattern up, you're movin' bait, you're movin' nuts"
He's younger than me, but I learnt so much from him, it's fucked
Blood don't mean nothin', loyalty, that's what's really up
Blood makes you related, but I feel like I'm his mother's son
I hate when feds come in my drum, tryna search for guns
I know I failed all of my exams, but I'm not that dumb
Tell them that I'm not the one, not number two, I'm number one
Number one

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Rap Game Outro

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[Verse]
Niggas in my hood say I can make it to the top
But, they know that I ain't cappin'
And my somethin' put it all up in his top
I know some good guys, get their savage on, kidnappin' on
Like, how long you been chattin' to the opps?
My niggas on tag
If I get a drop, he'll tag along
They ain't got racks, I'm baffled when they rap about shots
I ain't tryna give my heart unless I know that she the one
Look me in my eyes, promise me you'll never do me wrong
I tried act like I ain't 'bout it, she already clocked the hood in me
Half the hood's fake, I'm only bringin' half the hood with me
All I need's a mask, pair of gloves, and a hoodie beat
Niggas chat like bitches nowadays, make sure your pussy clean
Nothin' poppin' off on your behalf, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Niggas say my name too much, that's all they talk about
We don't care 'bout work that you worked when we weren't about
You ain't workin' nothin' now
Don't be throwin' up gang signs with no money in your pockets
I got big dreams, I ain't pennyin' your silly comments
I got blood on my nigga's shank, but that's not my problem
Now there' plugs gettin' sucked, this half-box ain't on Connie
Niggas pointin' fingers, if they grab me, I won't point nothin'
If I don't bust in rappin', then it's back to wrappin' point ones
What you know about bein' desperate for a place for the ting to stay
So you tell her it's a toy gun?
Feel sorry for my opps, why? Most of them shit at rappin', shit at trappin'
Scorin' on civilians, shit at bangin'
Who said you can't wear sliders in the trenches?
I see opps in my Gucci flip-flops, still get it crackin'
Or the Louis ones, Christian Dior drops, but I prefer the Louis ones
I got clout, so it's not hard to get the bougie ones
They won't tell me nothin' 'bout no Hakkasan, Nobu, or cocktails
I bet I'll still pattern that
I ain't been bowlin' in time, but, I've been knockin' down hoes like pins, so I'm fine
I got rocks in my shine, rocks in this G-pack
It's not about wantin', the fiends'dem, they need that
I used to do the night shift, and back then I never had three bags
My outfit today cost me three bags
So don't say I've changed, you're just statin' the obvious
I used to watch my olders gettin' money with binoculars
I got the opposite sex cattin', banged up with a nigga
From my hood we spent most our time chattin', who's set's more on it
And comparin' our stabbings
He's got more, but I made a nigga white flag it
Feel like Charles Lee Ray with this Rammy
Or should I say Chucky?
See a opp, I'ma leave the scene yucky
All I need is twenty seconds, like, say I'm in a hurry
I was aimin' for his face, bro was rippin' out his tummy
I'm still the perfect son in the eyes of my mummy
Even though feds hit the yard tryna find bunnies
On the 'Gram, she a star, but not a star from where I'm comin'
Surgery head to toe, but to us she's still—Tst
If she ain't tryna hold the ones, then to us, she's on nothin'
She don't care that I'm Clavish, and that makes me wanna cuff it
She don't pop up when she sees my in the Urus or the Culli'
And that's still not enough to prove it's not about the money
Got some real shit tatted on my stomach
My watch two-tone, but it came with several different colours
Not a pride thing why I hold grudges
But you can't backdoor me and think we're still gonna be brothers
Four-forty all in rose
If you're talkin' 'bout opps, I've stabbed couple to the bone
Hotel, she ain't comin' to my home
Half the hood don't promote my songs when they drop
Don't know why the fuck they think they're comin' to my shows
In school, I used to rob phones, not sell cookies in the corridor
Signed to the streets way before I signed to Polydor

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