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Zee Stack - Living Wild Freestyle GRM Daily exclusive

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Zee Stack - Living Wild Freestyle

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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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SELLING DREAMS
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[Intro]
Kieran Nash Beats
R14

[Pre-Chorus]
In the trenches, if you slip, you know what that means
That's why my cutters by my side and it never leaves
She gotta give me face first like a pedigree
I’d rather sell B and white than be selling dreams
In the trenches, if you slip, you know what that means
That's why my cutters by my side and it never leaves
She gotta give me face first like a pedigree
I'd rather sell B and whitе than be selling dreams
[Verse 1]
My old school friеnds shocked now
Told them that I gotta pick
Catch a pussy slipping, that’s just suttin' that I gotta dip
Don't listen to my paigons please, them man there chat a lot of shit
They say they don't fuck with 12, **** does the opposite
I don't mind the politics as long as I got peace for waps
Niggas talking wicked, but see, they ain't got no P's for that
Nigga talked to bitches about niggas, that's the she in man
And still ain’t even hitting, they just bitching for no reason, akh
If you’re talking scores, don't trick boy, we’re in the lead
Heard my name a couple times, now she's into me
Clocked I'm coming up, now she tryna intervene
Baby girl, you had your chance
Go fuck with them niggas that got beef with me
Trouble's ’round the corner, so they four get gripped so easily
Never had to say a word, that's why I call easy deep
Run up with half a box, that's what I can easy P
Switching lanes in sport mode, I think that's just MB in me
Trending, but I'm still in the trenches
When niggas hate to see you win, they're shit at pretending
And for one thing, for sure, the funeral's pending
I got young boys tryna get a name and attention

[Chorus]
In the trench, it's all love when you're broke as fuck
Every day's a jail call, I play my unreleased songs
And ask them how they holding up
Gang sign, my nigga, I still throw it up
They're saying it was me on a ped with a pole one up
In the trench, it's all love when you're broke as fuck
Every day's a jail call, I play my unreleased songs
And ask them how they holding up
Gang sign, my nigga, I still throw it up
They're saying it was me on a ped with a pole one up
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[Post-Chorus]
In the trenches, if you slip, you know what that means
That's why my cutters by my side and it never leaves
She gotta give me face first like a pedigree
I'd rather sell B and white than be selling dreams

[Outro]
R14

Selling Dreams

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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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