Mason

Picture thisLittle Fred out there really hittin′ licks

By 15, he's locked in jail but no one didn′t visit him

It's cool though

'Cause most of his friends were still in school though

But he thought a knife and bike was really cooler than some school clothes

Chasin′ money young

Yeah, my teachers and my school knows

I was livin′ with my OG's

Used to tell their mum, "My school′s closed"

Picture this

Niggas slippin' on their blocks for Insta pics

We pull up with the smoke

Let it blow and now your picture′s ripped

Me and mine was broke with hopes of coke fixing it

I was broke, 'til I got coke and put mix in it

She knows I′m risky risking it, got my wrist in, whisking it

I'm either mashin' works on little pricks or I′m assisting it

Slice a nigga′s chest and watch it ooze like there's a cyst in it

I get 300 thousand an album and a Insta pic

Been seeing man grinding for some years just for the pinky drip

Niggas had their eye on it, he lost it in the blink of it

Yo, I don′t even think, when I come to think of it

Forget Titanic, I got enough ice on to sink the ship

Bitches wanna fuck me quick, they don't even need to drink a bit

Rule number one, don′t drive no cars without no tints on it

I know why they hate and lie, it's clear to see they′re mad at me

I got so many hoes, I need to donate some to charity

Fredo started rapping with a bust down and a real chain

Them man didn't even have no money 'til the deal came

You dropped 20 on your wrist, you need a better freezer

That′s the kinda money me and mine go bet on Fifa

Bruddas acting like it′s beef but they look sorta dumb

They don't pull up ′round here, I got more beef with my daughter's mum

My Rolex and gelato, the same number, they′re both 41

I been in the hood all day today, my niggas call me dumb

But if I stopped goin', then I′m knowing the love will all be done

I don't wanna change or stay the same, it is an awkward one

Picture that, now all I got's these pics, I want my niggas back

Girls say they love me, it isn′t that

I steal their heart then give it back

I′m responsible for everything that's popping here

Niggas ask for shit, don′t wanna hear

What would you do if I wasn't here?

Rest in peace my nigga Muscle, you made me drop a tear

Two rambos up in Harvey Nichols, no, we don′t shop in fear

And I don't blame them lame bruddas for watchin′ what we do

'Cause if I was you lame bruddas, I'd be copying me too

Why would I ever marry a hoe?

So she can get bored, take half of my pattern and go? No

Crazy bro, I was in jail, hearing me on the radio

Didn′t know if I would make it home

But life is what you make it though

Even though I′m seein' this crazy money

I know they want the crazy freestyle, they been waiting on me

My youngens sliding every night, yeah, they try daily duppy

Hundred ′round my neck and I won't let no one take it from me

Straight in like that, yeah?

Ah, let′s go again

Made mistakes in my life and it needs a rewind

But then again, when I check these the reasons I'm out here

When I was broke, they couldn′t see me, them people was blind

Now I'm up, everyone seems to be seein' me fine

Bad on my own, they only move in a herd

Last time I checked, pussy boy, you was a nerd

Whistle on this new stick, is how we move on the curb

Lil′ prick, we put the stick here on do not disturb

Men lie, women lie but them numbers are real

So the opps must be lying ′cause their numbers are nil

You can't name one man that you done in the field

But you got hundreds of tracks, spittin′ nothin' but drill

Any time I′m spittin', they know it′s nothin' but real

I'm so lit, girls are always tryna come in some heels

But you look silly dressed up when you′re just coming to chill

I′m tryna fuck you on the sofa then run up a mill

Little Troy got a twenty, shit is fuckin' for real

Anytime his Mum ask, I gotta cover them bills

Got skills in the pot, whipped a 100ml′s

Niggas start to think my left wrist must've come from Brazil

I done brought a couple man in to the party

But they ain′t here to party

You play? Then they're coming to drill

If niggas think that I ain′t gang no more and I'm a rapper

Come test me and you'll find out that I′m one of them still

Two sticks in the whip, no bamboo

Even Usain Bolt would lose track of all them hoes I ran through

You niggas doing loads, there′s not much that I'd do for hoes

Most I bought a bitch was Hakkasan and a Uber home

I′m doin' festivals, them man are doing tuna rolls

We′re the teachers of the drip, gotta tutor loads

Lost my dargie and I know that he ain't coming back

If you lose your jewels by my dawgs, we don′t run it back

I swear it's hard to be a boss

I just lost Muscle, I feel like part of me is lost

If I could, I swear I'd probably have an argument with God

I know you got your reasons, I′m in my feelings, I don′t understand

Dotz died before he even was a fucking man

My step dad caught an M, there ain't no coming back

But before this, I already was my brother′s dad

That's how it goes when your people wanna fuck with crack

Then the feds wanna send my niggas to pen′

When deep down, we all know the real villains is them

Why start taking crack? It just poisons estates

I thought that people gotta live with all the choices they made

We don't force them to call, they been callin′ for days

And you can lock me up, cool, they'll just be calling my mates

It's safe to say, when shotters getting more than a rapist case

How can I abide by the law or what the labour says?

I feel them guys in suits got all these laws tailor made

′Cause they might touch a kid but they won′t never touch a razor blade

Where I'm from, there′s not one, we had to make a way

Started with some fast food, the T is like a takeaway

Straight from the block

We could go away for years

And no one here can't be taking the spot

Came from poverty so I bought a bust down watch

And a box before I ever thought about buying any property

I gotta give it honestly, that′s why my niggas honour me

Feds might as well make a Instagram, how they follow me

My young niggas stab you up, you're dead, probably

′Cause they're walking 'round with machetes that′s made for doner meat

Yo, they′re actin', the love is just cheap

And that′s why that shit there don't mean nothing to me

I′m getting six figures now, just to go jump on a beat

So this my last freestyle 'cause I do nothin′ for free