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Correct Sycamore Freestyle Lyrics
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[Intro] Yeah, sycamore 'Cause I'm more sick than anyone You can tell the doctor where he can stick his cure Your boy Ghetto G-H-E-Double T-O Fuck about Know what the fuck this is? London City! I said London City! [Verse 1] I'm killing MCs with ease The minute I squeeze The riddim is heat Stop livin' in a dream You're not bigger than me Fuck minimum Ps I wanna be living in the heat with women that are freaks I'm sick in the streets Sick in the beef And not one of my bars has been written in peace Not one of my cars have been legitimate, please Please let a criminal breathe You shot to a kid then leave Without you lot ringin' the police or seeking out thieves When I'm wiggin' out D When a nigga down East That wicked doubt that we could never live without cheese So now more time, they're bringin' out heat Niggas that've been around keys- PULL UP! [Intro] Yeah, sycamore 'Cause I'm more sick than anyone You can tell the doctor where he can stick his cure Your boy Ghetto G-H-E-Double T-O Fuck about Know what the fuck this is? Plaistow City! I said Plaistow City! [Verse 1] I'm killing MCs with ease The minute I squeeze The riddim is heat Stop livin' in a dream You're not bigger than me Fuck minimum Ps I wanna be living in the heat with women that are freaks I'm sick in the streets Sick in the beef And not one of my bars has been written in peace Not one of my cars have been legitimate, please Please let a criminal breathe You shot to a kid then leave Without you lot ringin' the police or seeking out thieves When I'm wiggin' out D When a nigga down East That wicked doubt that we could never live without cheese So now more time, they're bringin' out heat Niggas that've been around keys Since I've been about 3, I've been about Gs You could never say I ain't been about I will never be outta' dough So I got cats slingin' down my phone I shot crack in and out of the zone I'm in and out your hoes Zippin' down the road where niggas out for dough You ain't a killer out on road I'll leave you lookin' like a [?] Fuck that Let me slow it down I came in this shit, thinkin' it's all fair 'Till I was told crystal clear, keep the pistol near Listen here to what was written tears You pricks in your offices, sittin' chairs Talkin' like your office ain't split in fear But it's obvious that you're pretty scared To the same artist that obviously didn't care about reading the small print Call it a small hint N.A.S.T.Y, we run our own lives like we can all sprint And who gives a fuck what you call it? I just wanna buss without bullshit Get signed to a label I feel cool with Why should settle for a Ford when most of these niggas on my level can afford whips? Sometimes I hear the devil and he's callin' But never will I fall in Never will I sell my soul for cheddar 'Cause, in the long run, it could never be worth the torment Plus, I don't wanna work for a dark force Just to merk a dancehall When in hell, you certainly can't pause Sell my soul Nah, I'm cool Forgive I failed my past to talk about the dark force Cock back, shot crack and swapped slags But it's not that I ain't proud of it This game, I'm trying to get out of it I've been in and out, in and out And then you could never say Ghetto ain't down to swing I've seen it happen from the meanest rappin' to the cleanest stabbin' You niggas ain't seen shit happen What you're doing now, I done did it years ago Black Mercurials, I had seven pairs of those A pair for each day of the week Back then, I would've taken your phone and exchanged for Ps 'Dem times I walked with a borer from Poundland 'Dem times I never saw you around man 'Dem times if I saw you, without a doubt, you would get wrapped up and thrown in a brown van And if you know how I operate, you would co-operate 'Cause no-one in their right mind would wanna swallow eight Yeah, I said I'm trying to change But I'm not a saint No, I'm not a saint So what you on about? Do you really want it now? You don't want a Glock in the mouth When my niggas are in your house [?] shottin' your couch You got an account? You'll be left with not even a pound I'm the king, what you really want the crown? It's clear I'm knocking it down from here to Nottingham Town I swear I'm the hottest around Can't compare or copy my sound
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