Freedom - A Colors Show

Look, look

Man don't lie, man spit rhymes

Two-two step then a neck shot fly

Dip dip splash in his chest or his eye

Ask lil bro if you think that I’m lying

Screaming' out gang, but your gang don't ride

Nike tech suit , J1's and I'm nice

Thought my bredrin was an opp

So I stopped

Nearly pie pied (Who's that?)

Kweng is this, Kweng is that

Kweng is Marga, his heads fat

But I'm still king in this bitch that's fact

Fucked your girl and we robbed her man

Man don't fuck with them yutes joke man

Huh, 'low it, I meant joke men

Golden one from up the old blue

Met a sweet one from down the Old Ken

Like

Big Kwengface, Kwengface from the 'Narm (Big Kweng)

How did I get this far?

They think I'm a bandit, I think I'm a star

When I cut through man the place like rah

Face so bait that I can’t go shop

Man I always get clocked

This shit it so hot

Is it a fan or is it a opp? (Who's that?)

Either way man I’m moving on job

Look, I love my freedom

But I risk it anytime I see them

Fly out the ride, man pree them, pree them

Caught me a opp, kept on bleeding

L2, R2, man pop this corn like the cinema Vue

Broski drills, man's drilling it too

Zone 2 step, tryna finish them yutes

Man cut thru, buss that

Peng ting give me that WhatsApp

But when I hit you better bring me that rucksack, like

On a opp block with a bruck back

Two hands on man clutch that

Any shoes on sale man cop that

Any opps on sight, man blood that

I'm like, "Who's that, what's that?"

Man cut thru, buss that

Peng ting give me that WhatsApp

But when I hit you, better bring me that rucksack, like

On a opp block with a bruck back

Two hands on man clutch that

Any shoes on sale man cop that

Any opp on sight man blood that

Yo, right now I see my lifestyles changing

Can’t lie see I like it

I was chilling in the bando with cats last year

Now I’m chilling with the crew from love island

Ken said, "Do this music ting, I don't like when you talk 'bout ridin'"

But this gang-gang shit's exciting

I love drug money big guns and violence

Broski step, I'm steppin' out too

Man zone 2 step, man step and flex round there tryna finish them yutes

Opp block drilling it

Shank get intimate

Go home and I bill my zoot

I ain't tryna step with the whole gang

More time mans stepping in two's

Cover my back when I lean and shoot

Man do the same cah that's my bruda (My bro)

Put one hand on my bruda

Man's getting straight round there with a cutter (Straight)

Man talk tough on the net catch him in the flesh

Spread him out like butter (End him)

I just put me a ten down

Bout to put down another

Don't you know I'm about my butter?

I love my freedom

But I risk it anytime I see them

Fly out the ride man pree them, pree them

Caught me a opp, kept on bleeding

L2, R2, man pop this corn like the cinema Vue

Broski drills, man's drilling it too

Zone 2 set, tryna finish them yutes

Man cut thru, buss that (Bap!)

Peng ting give me that WhatsApp

But when I hit you better bring me that rucksack, like

On a opp block with a bruck back

Two hands on man clutch that

Any shoes on sale man cop that

Any opp on sight, man blood that (Who's that?)

I'm like, "Who's that, what's that?"

Man cut thru, buss that

Peng ting give me that WhatsApp

But when I hit you better bring me that rucksack, like

On a opp block with a bruck back

Two hands on, man clutch that

Any shoes on sale man cop that

Any opps on sight, man blood that (Any opp)