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Look, yo
My name's French and I can take you to that Neverland
Baby you might never land
Maybe that's the reason my brother's friends made me peddle grams
I'd never ever rep a gang but all my brothers repping gangs
I'm so anti and my music comes so devil man
I call these girls I'll fuck again
Blue lights in the dark again
Only family, fuck a friend
My brother, we the fucking man
I'm a wired lifer I've got brothers I'd die for
They say "French you need to rap more"
Imma do that shit like times four

I roll it twice
Try me then you're rolling dice
I got this baddie all up on me guess I'm holding prize
Drop the moves on a couple crops I need that money heist
I guess we live it how we get it bro my music flies
And I've got issues in my head tryna make it work
But people are the problem for me G I swear they make it worse
Could be snake and could be snitchin' bro this really hurts
Maybe even hiding from their truth I swear this shit's a curse

I'm fucking blessed

Diamond out of rubble dirt
I'm making money off this rap shit like I'm Lil Durk
They're making money off some cap shit bro that's every word
I'm getting lost up in some madness from the day of birth
I'm fucking blessed
Diamond out of rubble dirt
I'm making money off this rap shit like I'm Lil Durk
They're making money off some cap shit bro that's every word

Look
These little pussies caught me lacking with their flip knives
Now walk my dog and my shank

So come and try me little dickhead I turn this kid into a man
And I ain't ran from no beef
I've got swingers and shanks
If you beef I've got an army not your regular gang
We're not your regular man
I've got travelers to road boys
It's only real ones
Done their faces up in broke toys
When I was trappin' never rappin' for that dough, boy
When I was trappin' never rappin' for that dough, boy

This is real shit
I just want a baddie with some real tits
I kept it clean but I can switch it back like-

Have you even held a real clip?
Brother can you feel this?
Have you even held a real clip?
Brother can you feel this?
I was raised by the travelers
Came from the barriers
Essex is where my heart freed up-
Still the carrier
I was trappin' at a youngen for that bust-down
Though I be linking her in Chelsea for that Uptown
Baby tryna fuck but she can't get it tryna cut now
I grab a 'chete for that crop I'm tryna cut down
I'm getting jammed up in this barrel tryna buss rounds
Fuck it, I'm sailing to that paper like I can't drown

And still I'm real to the code
I done bang hard, trap yards with all my bros
But now I spit bars, rap hard straight to the dome
Now I spit bars, rap hard straight to the

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