2021 Freestyle by TUNDE MCR Lyrics
[Intro]
Free jiddaz
Free bobby
Free remy
Free gabz
Free billy
Free m-lo
Free lb
Free farmer
Free westham
Free jingzfree rolling
Too many names to mention
Eighty fresh home
Akky fresh home
Mannerz fresh home
Bambam fresh home
Lil' p fresh home
Check it
[Verse]
Uncs always taught me, cook it on low
Used to be fussy in the kitchen like I need a gas stove
Now I whip on any cooker, even whip it in my robe
And I ain't gonna stop, till i'm drippin' round the globe
Fast forward, ten years, from shotting all these stones
Just need a few more racks, then I made it off the road
Could've snaked a few man, but I'm sticking to the code
And its stayin that way, till I'm dying and im old
Ever since a young buck, all ive done is try to save
Stacking rack after rack, I ain't got time to rave
Now my new spots got a level headed microwave
Used to break my back over stoves, I ain't tried to save
Blowing woods, hitting jugz in the wood, grey CLS fifty-five
Just thinking 'bout my fallen guys
I feel blessed that I'm free, and I'm still alive
Fuck the Five o so many times I had to dip and dive
Smoking runts in the bay, reminisin' on the past Forty
Stamps on these bricks, I'm getting stamps on my passport
From Manny back to Cali, f*ck Xcali and the taskforce
Runnin' up them figures, never had to do a maths course
I'm stressed out, but I' try not to show it
I'm a lot of peoples plugs and they don't even know it
The way I'm so deep with these words, man I could've been a poet
If your getting racks, stack it, don't blow it
A-Ain't playing ball in Miami, but we got loads of heat
In Mexico with some plugs eating Kobe beef
I'm independent, like the ice in Bern's frozen leaf
Akky is in the cut, glocked up with some frozen teeth
I can't describe the sound when the big Mac claps
I've been balling for a minute, like Jax' stacks
My hitters got it clicking when he lifts it, no back crack
U can't hold two from my stakes, call it blackjack
My Dutch plug used to pull up in that packed out trany
Tryna hit OT, I'm already back in Manny
Need a sweet one to roll a fat one, not crack a Canny
Came a long way from backroads, shotting wraps with Danny
I'm sick of all the fake gyal, acting like christian
Designer kicks with cheap fits, you know she sucking dick for them
Rappings got me moving, hands off, ain't tryna hit the Pen
Any violation, got cash stacks and sticks for them
Since eleven years old, I bin out here, tryna break the law
Tryna bump me for dough, ended up paying more
Would've bin lightning and hammers, like he's playing thor
Jack Nicholson, here's Johnny coming through your door
Free Ciders, man they caught him with a brick
And Free M-Lo, he wetted up like three kids
They got Rolly doing life on the wing
Free Gabs, he was doing armed blags for the bling
They give Jahmal ten years for a dotty
Only felt like yesterday, shotting one o one's to Notty
Can't forget about Billy and Bobby
Aggy B after Aggy B, comin' like a hobby
Twenty-one is the home of the misfits
Free Farmer, the judge gave him double digits
Patios get blammed, like the in and out
Can't keep up with Ginge and Wessam, cos they always in and out
Rip Miggs and Rip Johnny
Hope you high up in the sky, catching Joke with Little' Toddy
Remember good times, eating steak and lobby's
Shuttin mansion parties down
Turning up to 9 goddy
Free jiddaz
Free bobby
Free remy
Free gabz
Free billy
Free m-lo
Free lb
Free farmer
Free westham
Free jingzfree rolling
Too many names to mention
Eighty fresh home
Akky fresh home
Mannerz fresh home
Bambam fresh home
Lil' p fresh home
Check it
[Verse]
Uncs always taught me, cook it on low
Used to be fussy in the kitchen like I need a gas stove
Now I whip on any cooker, even whip it in my robe
And I ain't gonna stop, till i'm drippin' round the globe
Fast forward, ten years, from shotting all these stones
Just need a few more racks, then I made it off the road
Could've snaked a few man, but I'm sticking to the code
And its stayin that way, till I'm dying and im old
Ever since a young buck, all ive done is try to save
Stacking rack after rack, I ain't got time to rave
Now my new spots got a level headed microwave
Used to break my back over stoves, I ain't tried to save
Blowing woods, hitting jugz in the wood, grey CLS fifty-five
Just thinking 'bout my fallen guys
I feel blessed that I'm free, and I'm still alive
Fuck the Five o so many times I had to dip and dive
Smoking runts in the bay, reminisin' on the past Forty
Stamps on these bricks, I'm getting stamps on my passport
From Manny back to Cali, f*ck Xcali and the taskforce
Runnin' up them figures, never had to do a maths course
I'm stressed out, but I' try not to show it
I'm a lot of peoples plugs and they don't even know it
The way I'm so deep with these words, man I could've been a poet
If your getting racks, stack it, don't blow it
A-Ain't playing ball in Miami, but we got loads of heat
In Mexico with some plugs eating Kobe beef
I'm independent, like the ice in Bern's frozen leaf
Akky is in the cut, glocked up with some frozen teeth
I can't describe the sound when the big Mac claps
I've been balling for a minute, like Jax' stacks
My hitters got it clicking when he lifts it, no back crack
U can't hold two from my stakes, call it blackjack
My Dutch plug used to pull up in that packed out trany
Tryna hit OT, I'm already back in Manny
Need a sweet one to roll a fat one, not crack a Canny
Came a long way from backroads, shotting wraps with Danny
I'm sick of all the fake gyal, acting like christian
Designer kicks with cheap fits, you know she sucking dick for them
Rappings got me moving, hands off, ain't tryna hit the Pen
Any violation, got cash stacks and sticks for them
Since eleven years old, I bin out here, tryna break the law
Tryna bump me for dough, ended up paying more
Would've bin lightning and hammers, like he's playing thor
Jack Nicholson, here's Johnny coming through your door
Free Ciders, man they caught him with a brick
And Free M-Lo, he wetted up like three kids
They got Rolly doing life on the wing
Free Gabs, he was doing armed blags for the bling
They give Jahmal ten years for a dotty
Only felt like yesterday, shotting one o one's to Notty
Can't forget about Billy and Bobby
Aggy B after Aggy B, comin' like a hobby
Twenty-one is the home of the misfits
Free Farmer, the judge gave him double digits
Patios get blammed, like the in and out
Can't keep up with Ginge and Wessam, cos they always in and out
Rip Miggs and Rip Johnny
Hope you high up in the sky, catching Joke with Little' Toddy
Remember good times, eating steak and lobby's
Shuttin mansion parties down
Turning up to 9 goddy