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French The Kid
French The Kid
Performer
Mixtape Madness
Mixtape Madness
Performer
Kenny Allstar
Kenny Allstar
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
French The Kid
French The Kid
Composer
Mixtape Madness
Mixtape Madness
Composer
Kenny Allstar
Kenny Allstar
Composer

Lyrics

See, this one here
It's different
We're about to introduce you to
A rapper, who in my opinion
Is gonna be the one of the most exciting to come through this year
Coming out of Essex
He's too different with it
Flows, bars
Look
It's French the Kid
Chief on the street, I'm so real
Fuck with gorillas, I been in that field
Done it to kill, don't know the feeling
The enemy's bleeding, it gets so misleading
Like taking a pill, making a deal
Fiends on the left and the right on me still
Shootin' for veins, it might get a feels
Might get a chills
Next day alive, but they might've been killed
In the trap, my own brother's friends got me moving the crack
I was so young, I could never look back
Bro, it ain't worth it, I'll do it for racks, I'll do it to stack
Bands, my own brother got lost to the cause
I remember one night he tried hanging himself
Then he overdosed up-on the floor, shit
Tu connais ma gueule, tu connais l'équipe
Tu connais ma team, tu connais mon visage
On vient des favelas, impressionné, pas belle
La vie comme un mirage
Moi et mes frères, la bonne vie, on l'envisage
Yeah, moi et mes frères, la bonne vie, on l'envisage
Prick put his hands on my aunty
Jumped in a van and got him kidnapped
Slim clip on my Angie, weren't the first time of holding that wap
Had to drive all the way to Suffolk
No black puffers but man still got wrapped
Son tryna 'fend his dad like, big-man, I'll make your battery go flat
Johnny said he don't really care 'bout talk
Nah, he don't really care 'bout chat
Hold the cunt down, raise up his legs
Ching chow, cut it right back
Got blood all over my vest, all over my shoes, all over my shit
Cut out quick cah we took that risk
Four toes in his foot, the prick just got hit
Got back home, opened the door, my girl was like, "Wow"
So much blood on my hands and trainers
She must have cried and thought, "Baby, how?"
She said, "What did you do? How did you do it? What have you done?"
Any man that touch my family, wap or Stanley, man'll get bun
I got shanked with a shh
But I stood up and fought to the death
I don't really know where that bitch boy went
But I heard he got shh and then left
Mess, put down your shank, let's test
Heart of a lion, bro you'll get pressed
Merchant Brentwood Bouncers are shook
Two transit vans they nearly got shh
How could I trap anymore if my bro's on the floor overdosin' them pills
How could I trap anymore if my blood brother's homeless, pain is so real
I was known in France for dishing out waps and dishing out things
Jed's friends had the trap-line booming, wap-line moving
Wrapped up in cling
Ring, ring had the ringtone dancing, catsdem glancing, shit made 'em sing
White boy with a middle parting, tracksuit, laughing, needed a trim
Look, tracksuit, laughing, needed a trim
White boy with a middle parting, tracksuit
I do not care about hoes, I care about O's
I'm making money, making loads
I run through that shit with my bros
I've got many flows, I'm painting pictures, Picasso
French on the beat, I'm so cold, I think you just froze
Tell these bitches I'ma blow
I do not care about those, don't care about them
So take a picture while you pose
Hablo español con Pablo y dije que
All of my tunes they go high like cocaine
Hot in Ibiza, I'm smoking that reefer
I'm getting my money, I love Mary-Jane
Running to money, I'm running to fame
Only thing up in my mind is the game
I do not care about dance with the Devil
The devil cannot dance with me in the rain
Shit
Tu connais ma gueule, tu connais l'équipe
Tu connais ma team, tu connais mon visage
On vient des favelas, impressionné, pas belle
La vie comme un mirage
Moi et mes frères, la bonne vie, on l'envisage
Yeah, moi et mes frères, la bonne vie, on l'envisage
(Tu connais ma gueule, tu connais l'équipe
Tu connais ma team, tu connais mon visage
What I tell you
On vient des favelas, impressionné, pas belle
(Jango on this one)
La vie comme un mirage
Moi et mes frères, la bonne vie, on l'envisage
It's French the Kid
Yeah, moi et mes frères, la bonne vie, on l'envisage)
Written by: Dylan Ochsner, French The Kid, Kenny Allstar, Mixtape Madness, Unknown Unknown
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