Letra de LightWork Freestyle - Loski

(Feat. SD (Harlem Spartans))

(Cairo, ehehe)

(Yungkidd got the heat baby)

One phone call and I'm bringin' it out, air that now

Samurai swords, swingin' that around

No one in sight, spin back 'round

Used to cut tru' Fields before I went Town

Got to the point I just went to the house

Bad boy in O, not only in south

I don't care unless he's pronounced

Let me introduce you and tell you about the war

From kitchen and swords, explore

Now when it rains it pours, the thing holds 7 and more

He got 7, his friend got more

I got money but bro got more

Don't start passa, I'm comin' for yours

It's shiesty season, stay indoors

Yo, right now I'm on a case

When I'm done I'll be back on the O

SK, G-Lock rise up, beat off

If you ain't like that get the fuck of the road

They must think we got suttin' in common

Cah' we got the same opps, I don't fuck with Tulse

How my old friend stole my gun and sell it?

Now he gotta beef me and he ain't got smoke

Get the drop, go there, we don't call off

Long nose bait, I'd rather the bulldog

How you say you got a mash for sale?

And you ain't got no sweets? Ay, big man walk off

Lambeth map gets peak in the war, tryna glue man to the floor

7 years deep, been beefin' the 4

Now Rendo tellin' me ain't beef no more

Had his sis in my bed and Bally ninth-night

Yo, I was tryna give her some leg

It's fucked, she come with his face on a top

I laughed when I saw that bonnet on his head

It don't make sense, **** is a opp

If I see him I'ma give him some lead

And that's why we can't trust gyal

So it's DTB like Suspect said

God forgive all the dead man talk

Kenny drops, headtops, blood drops of course

How the fuck niggas drillin', now they leavin' the war?

Days when I was bruck, used to beef with the boar

Woosh, muh, love it on me, got honeys on me

All my batch got blood on their knife

Went to school with Assassin's Creed

Throw 'dem a hat, there's so much cap

Like I weren't dot-dot with a dot-dot

Playin' "I spy" with their gang, tryna see who's 'dat

Who's 'dat? Ain't no one or they woulda got blammed

And I ain't on a gas, that's a unknown man

But if he's certi then I'm bringin' him back

Fifteen if the packs from Field

Get more if the packs from Town

Thirteen with the cats like Harlem

Good in my home, I was bad out the house

Need bells for the long .32, that one there come like drought

Before tag I was always in the trenches

Stab proof on with that iron out

Harlem ain't beefin' Junction

Lemme tell you for the thousandth time

We know who we're after, if you have him then you both can die

I was 18 when I hit Thameside, I didn't lie when I said it was live

He held my shank, I gave him rice

Adjudications, that's legal advice

One phone call and I'm bringin' it out, air that now

Samurai swords, swingin' that around

No one in sight, spin back round

Used to cut tru' Fields before I went Town

Got to the point I just went to the house

Bad boy in O, not only in south

I don't care unless he's pronounced

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