text: Kenny Allstar Freestyle Lyrics
  Money, drugs, gun, sex, there nothing more to it
  Me I just run up these readies, Im tryna do it like Im Jewish
  High speed chase on the mains it coulda been a 8 but bro just threw it
  I do this ting live in the streets, I keep the darg close like Brian and Stewie
  I need me a one the same size as me like Scooby
  How many times did we fill up the whooptie? You was with bae just tryna play footsie
  Times that we done up induction, then 2 weeks later they moved me
  Who wouldve thought I one lean with the groupies?
  Copper and lead on the block
  Pain in my chest, before I bled on the block
  But how many times did we go there and do it? And bro just sped on the block
  Bags full of sweets no Chewits, leave you with more than bruises
  This aint no snooker ball in a sock
  They think I do juju, I left the jakes all clueless
  2 times sat down for some food ish, yard smelling like sewers
  Touch road and Im straight back to it
  T-house just too humid, all of the coins that we spent on juices
  We probably couldve bought Loubs with
   me and Brad had the sawn-off rusty one that we used to link moves with
  Run down opps till the undies come, big Im tryna spill juice with
  Skeng sound like the base of the beat come like I just looped it
  Catch one in your chest, but I aint come to play cupid
  Its been too much museli and porridge, I didnt finish off college
  I couldve been changing fuses
  But I just grab this work and I put the blade straight through it
  See a opp put a blade straight through it
  How many times man see a opp on the mains, then I watch the gang just lose it
  Heavy metal
  Gang go do this shit all out, and thats when they will respect you
  We gotta apply all this pressure, they cannot be disrespectful
  , because they all know that its levels
  Real talk they know that its levels
  TImes that I cooked in that kettle and metal, I hit induction and settled those metals
  My cutlery was a metal, thats why I love me some metal
  Bad b come to the Niz for the d, but it aint nothing but leisure
  It come like the d made of metal, sure we digging for treasure
  Step round there all I need is metal, really take risks its mental
  We already knew bout drilling, before we ever done it on the instrumentals
  We would ride with metal on pedals, before we ever done it in rentals
  Back then it was kitchen utensils, real life we come a long way from pencils
  Put sweets in the skeng, but they come out more like Strepsils
  They hustle goes right to my vessels
  I got the fiends moving like United, back in the 90s they coming for trebles
  I went and got myself indicted, I done a good finish and I made the net nestle
  I done it from kway like Hernan Crespo
  TT smelling like Dettol, distribute balls like Deco
  I love my one level on a trackie, I couldnt care less about Kenzo
  Heavy metal, AM with the Skengdo
  I still step with my shank, cah every little helps like TescoEmbed