Lemon Pepper Freestyle

I've done so much reflecting
I forgot my reflection
I know loving from a distance
Tryna keep a connection
When you're lost can't nobody
Really give you direction
You've gotta find your own way
Due care and attention
Like me and Muni on the train
From West Ham to Debden
Those were simpler times I love
And hate to remember
Cah nowadays everybody's got secret agendas
I stayed loyal to the road
It could give me a rеference
Lеast it could do
The amount of times it give me a sentence
Now when they talk about GOATS
They give me a mention i'm a Barking boy
I'm old school like Danny Kempton
So what I do for me I'd do for you
No question
I done a mazza in the kitchen like Heston
I've had blocks from Brentwood to Preston
They can't chat me
I did more with less than
That's how I know that this
Was destined and natural selection
And now running down this paper's
Coming like an obsession
I'm not a fan of all the
Tension and the passive aggression
These times the closest around you
Has got the maddest intentions
Due to have me sweatboxed
And the saddest endeavours
So how'd you get rich and
Not make the hood jealous?
Goodfellas, I've got ties I
Never could sever
And I've always got my suttin
Just for good measure
You can't tell me about crack bro
I push hella
Down the block doing burpees and press-ups
Stress up
Thinking why's my head so messed up?
My stepdad used to beat my
Mum and drink Stella
Them times all I wanted was a Fruitella
Teachers used to tell me that
I think I'm too clever
Too pepper, on smoke with whomever
So solid, I'm too mega, the new era
Don't love me when I'm dead
If you hate me when I do better
Nipsey blue coupe weather it's bait
Don't try me cah I still shoot whether
I see A jump out with his ZK
He drill in real life, not on Pressplay
Twenty songs, no features on my last tape
And they be skipping your shit like leg day
I've got dirty on the spoon like egg race
Still pop a one G-LOC on the estate
All they do is talk and make the
Real ones on the ends bait
I was trapping on the block
Before I went kway
Them days six white got my rent paid
Jailhouse, banging out with my head shaved
You know what you done
Got your friend shaved i don't really care
You ain't gotta explain
If you're my dawg then you
Ain't gotta set pace
Standing by my friends' graves
Never been good for my head space
Exhale on this Biscotti
I weren't in no parties giving out Molly
I was in the bando
Three for twenty-five and the
White's all brolly
Crown court and I'm all sorry not sorry
Catch him on the rebound
It's different from when I caught
Him on the volley
They make it look good for the Gram
I see the pictures all glossy
But I know that my success
Is slowly killing people softly
You gone mad? You can't boss
Me or double cross me
Watch who you keep around you
Cah that be costly
I've got the gift of the gab
I'm like Del-Boy
You're just a full-time plonker like Rodney
Free my boys, that's duppies and robberys
And county lines, free Frosty
I'm on everyday weed and shank possession
Early morning
In the mirror with a blank expression
Cause I know bad intentions
I learned gangster lessons
And these are serious times
Man will slap your melon i'm burning L
(hell) , I know my nan's in Heaven