f*ck EVERYBODY FREESTYLE lyrics

[Intro]
(Phew)
Know I'm sayin'? Sometimes I can get artistic and sometimes I can get realistic, know I'm sayin'? (Chyeah)
Jay Trench
I'm tired blud, you get me? (Huh? Chyeah)

[Verse]
What the f*ck is this for?
I did it in London, they bite me abroad
I did it in London, they bite me abroad
I did it in Paris, I came with the mandem
I came with the cabbage, they eat up the pattern
I linked up with Jack, I've been f*ckin' up Hatton
I'm 'bout to retire, I'm too good at rappin'
My n*ggas ain't tired of shootin' and stabbin' (Yeah)
My n*ggas ain't tired of lettin' it go
Different designs from my hеad to my toe
Seven asidе, won't settle the score
When I'm playing for mine, put a knife on the board
n*ggas been making up lies and spillin' it
I just been in this lil' swag for a minute
Oh, you rockin' them leather and chains? I did it
You ride in a big boy Range? I did it
Bad b*tch come foreign exchange, I did it
On the M' way, gettin' that brain, I did it
You servin' that lil' cocaine? I did it
Spent a hundred racks today, I did it
I'm a bad boy, I put you on game (Huh?)
Got rich, didn't buy no chain (Chyeah)
Oh, you rockin' the Richard Mille plain? (Chyeah)
In my hood that's a Richard Mille stain (Chyeah)
In my hood that should be ordained (Phew)
'Bout to give the whole world my pain
'Bout to give the whole world my pain
'Bout to give the whole world my swag
Hop out the Jean-Paul Gaultier bag
n*ggas can't afford to pop these tags
n*ggas can't afford to pop these tags
n*ggas can't afford to drop no hash (Hey)
‘Cause I got second-hand smoke, first-hand smoke
All type of smoke, whole lotta smoke
Cigarette smoke, one to the dome
Razor Ramon, cut up your throat (Chyeah)
I seen a junkie f*ck up the dough
Bando, country, count up the dough
You see the shank on my waist, hit the woah?
Decoy, boy, how you still don't know?
Decoy, boy, how you still don't get it? (Ha, ha, huh?)
They copy my style and they copy my sound
And it's cool for a while, but they just don't get it (Chyeah)
Hidin' my face, got nine in the case, got shine on the waist
But they just don't get it (Chyeah)
I could be cool or Krueger the way I manoeuvre (Huh?)
You just don't get it (Chyeah)
n*ggas must think I'm out here like Mario Judah
You must not get it
Lancey, Lancey, Lancey, Lancey, Lancey, Lancey, chyeah (Lancey)
Lancey, Lancey, Lancey, Lancey, Lancey, Lancey, chyeah (Chyeah)
Lancey, Lancey, playing with the fire
Can't even knock the flame out (Chyeah)
I was tryna hide the fact I'm a real street n*gga
I should've just came out
I had already gone through life before I had my name out
n*ggas be talkin' and talkin' and talkin'
The shank on my waist, what you sayin' now? (True story)
n*ggas be stalkin', stalkin', stalkin', tryna figure out my layout (Chyeah)