Uptown
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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 reppin' gangs
I'm so anti and my music comes so devil, man
Like call these girls and fuck again
Blue lights in the dark again
Only family, fuck a friend
My brother, we the fuckin' men
I'm a wired lifer I've got brothers I'd die for
They say, "French you need to write more"
I'ma do that shit like times four
I roll it twice
Try me then you're rollin' dice
I got this baddie all up on me, guess I'm holdin' 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 hidin' from their truth I swear this shit's a curse
I'm fuckin' blessed
Diamond out of rubble dirt
I'm makin' money off this rap shit like I'm Lil Durk
Then makin' money off some cap shit, bro, that's every word
I'm gettin' lost up in some madness from the day of birth
I'm fuckin' blessed
Diamond out of rubble dirt
I'm makin' money off this rap shit like I'm Lil Durk
Then makin' money off some cap shit, bro, that's every word
Look
These little pussies caught me lackin' with their flip knives
Now I walk my dog and my shank
So come and try me little dickhead, 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 where the travelers
Came from the barriers
Essex where my heart freed up
Still the carrier
I was trappin' at a youngin for that bustdown
Though I be linkin' 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 gettin' jammed up in this barrel tryna buss rounds
Fuck it, I'm sailin' 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-