The Origin Freestyle
I got this one new ting she’s amazing in bed
Great with her head
Kick back blazing a Z
She knows how I feel about making the bread
But I can’t make time man I’ll rest when I’m dead
She wants a house and a job I need a bike or a yacht
No cycling R1 ragsing it off
I want a car for my dad that whistles and pops
So the whole things bun if I don’t get to the top
I'm not a wine and diners
Quick chat shiners
Waved off the ammi and and fruit punch ciders
Friday Saturday vibers
If you can’t find me I’m in trackie and sliders
Out and about in west I’m posted up
With the bros I’m smokin' up
I got got the loudest beats and the loudest Dutch
Big graft for the bucks then I’m spending up
You can’t do it like us
Bees knees bro I rock with steez
I’m on job for the ps and Bentley keys
I got 50 guys but a couple of G's
Sometimes I think is it worth the squeeze
Man I can’t get by on the music streams
I work night and day to achieve my dreams
But I still go uni for a shit degree
P's gotta double
We got badman more than a couple
No shavin' when I rave more than stubble
Your girl moves loose she’s more than trouble
You’re all the same whose who man
Non original some Boohoo man
Spark one zoot and please twos man
YouTube beats and fruitloops man
All of my bros need to win
Tryna make money this quarter
Could never be stuck in the bin
They’re tryna wrap food in the cling
Could never be me I'm out here winning
Look at my cheesy grin
My one ting from east said I’m not like the rest she wanna see me win
Overnight studio
9 to 5 working occupational merking
Tryna stack doe invest all my bread
I can’t stop yet Man I’ll rest when I’m dead
I respect that I’m blessed
And the best of the best
Where I’m from trackie on big buds and ped
I’m a cheat code like injecting the steds
Yeah I’m raising hell like I’m raising my fist
when I’m raving I’m blazing amazing piff I’m amazing at this like I’m taking the piss and I’m making my life no work for my kids no birkin for chicks
No serving the kits
No white no green and a carton of cigs
Wash down with Hennessy licked
I got nothing to say don’t start with the kid
Journey to a billion
Man throw a right like Dillion
She said I smelt good
That’s Dior not million
Teck on the pitch like Killian
Still got finesse like Neymar
On the grind for the paper
Stack in the bank I’m a saver
Nice restaurant big tip for the waiter
Back to the ends big whip and a bake off