Dave — Blackbox Freestyle

[Intro] Yeah, listen, cool, look [Verse] Walking down my road and I don't even know my ends now Everybody's shanked up, everybody's got a skeng now And man are tryna cotch with a jezzy Talking about they're cocking a semi They move rocks at the ready See, every boy's a trapper 'til the shit hits the fan And then the shit hits the walls, you're flushing bits of the raw And every girl's a trap queen, 'til they kick in the door And now you're in a station telling stories like Roald Dahl Your man are in a holding cell, hoping that you hold out My ends is all fucked now, got a nigga tryna cut now I've been to the end of that road Bruv I've been to them graveyards I've been to the pen for my bros And bruv I've seen what a skeng does to mugs in the south Like I've seen a shank leave a nigga's guts hanging out Seen big straps make a whip crash, no whiplash Big money maker, big man look like a kid akh You ain't really from here Armani's clean, the vision's never cloudy So know what I'm-on-clear, you're trapping for designer I'm in and out of Santander On a madness doing recon for a line up 4-1-9, that's word to my Nigerian uncle up in Lagos No favours for the paper Bring all your guys and you can lose that war You bring a burner to the beef, I'll make you use that corn You bring a turner to the madness, you could lose that corn My Leicester niggas have you missing, thats some uni-corn School ain't ever rated, girls call me a money man The yutes call me a paigon But I've never been a witness like Jehovah So I couldn't tell you my involvement, from sticks to revolvers I've never been no victim to them olders So I can't disclose what the holder gets You have to ask my older friends Never been a witness like Jehovah So I couldn't tell you my involvement, from sticks to revolvers I've never been no victim to them olders So I can't disclose what the holder gets You have to ask my older friends For half dark, half light, get it for a calm price Hanging out the passy, like Heath Ledger in The Dark Knight What the fuck's a one-on-one? Fighting fucking punch to punch I'll boot you in your face bruv I won't ever watch my darg fight The fuck you gonna tell me that you love me Gave my boys my square and they still tried to bump me That was way back, I had to switch the game up Now I got springs in my 110's, and springs in that... They gave my brother 18 for a fucking murder A knife crime, the lifetime, the whole sentence he's serving Now in my chest, my brother knows it's burning Them visits had me crying, had me whelping Had me taking pills to help it Looking, thinking who am I? Trust, you never knew this guy Grandma died, had my mother stricken, talking suicide Trust me I don't say that shit Why I never rate these kids My mum was on a madness You ain't never seen no pain like this I know you niggas feel this Brother putting on a brave face for the visit But I know my brother feels it And my brother don't reveal it, nah My brother don't reveal it Taking life from my mother, my brothers don't wanna steal it But this track's got me on a rage My brother's stressed out, a man can see it in his face Like man can see it in his eyes, he's holding back the tears That judge moving like a Mayan, holding back them years They done my brother dirty Doing hard time, he didn't even do the dirties But I can't say much, 'cause certain man are snitches And certain man are bitches And certain girls are witches And Wale was a witness Put their shanks in my brother's bag, how's that fair? Gave Scalez 16, and bruv he wasn't even there Case was all banter 'til junior got cancer And mums got sick, and tales got told And then the paint wore off, and true colours got shown And certain man go free, and all the real niggas don't So, shout out Lewis and shout out Serge Now I'm rolling with an 'arghh' that will get man 'arghh' What? Like Wale, I'ma get you down A couple man they wanna get you, I'ma get you first I'ma get you last, and I'ma get you well And show you snitching motherfuckers just why you don't tell So how the fuck you gonna tell me that you hate me? When I was dead broke, they still bumped me on my AC's I've never had dough, them niggas laughed, they wouldn't rate me Now the trainers on my feet are like minimum like 380 What? 'Cause I'm Prada boy now, I'm money boy now I'm piano boy now, I'm Mr. Duck a Man Down Mr. Fucking Stop Asking, how I get my P's in Asking for a bring in, none of you brought me in Brother fuck a fake friend, why you fucking riding for? I've got a couple people that I'd die for Ride out, lights out My brothers pulling strings from up in High Down To get you skied before the sky down Look at this guy now