[Intro: Big School]
Yo! What's goin' on? It's myself, Big School AKA Scully, and you are listening to CROFM, the Jewel of South London. This is the dirt and the diamonds. Let's go!
[Verse 1: Jords]
Old school flex like L to the A, old school flex, done rollin' my Js
Old school flex like back in the day, old school flex like gun-fingers in a rave
Two's up skankin' away, bare man are bad but it actually ain't
Walk in a party, smile an' I'm dancing 'cause I got bread in the bank and I wave
Sticks to the G-code, I play Giggs not Migos, old school flex like [?]
Uh, it's all blessed inside but if it kicks off then we pull up outside like a reload
Dip the ends and I lay low, old school flex like D Double E and Kano
Funky house on the radio, it's that "back in the day" flow, yuh!
[Pre-Chorus: Izzy Bizu]
Some people get jealous of my style
Some people try messin' with my mind
But I have always been alone
[Chorus: Izzy Bizu and D Double E]
This is what it's like to be a freak
I [lost out to fate?] 'cause I don't need
They hang around for paper, not for me
This is what it's like to be a freak
Freak, freaky (Oh my God!)
[Verse 2: D Double E]
Yo, on the old school one, man can't diss me, makin' iceberg history
Where I get my swag from, it's a mystery, guess it's a old school ting
I might pull out my [?] and my sovereign ring [?] you could come away, my ting
Every DJ have to play my ting, if I, if I say one (ooh, ooh)
Bo-do-bop, bop, back in the day when Desmond's was on
Dem time they had they jamies on, I've always had my head screwed on
Yeah, I've always been making wong, look good when I've got a suit on
Look, I don't wanna make it a biggie, man grew up on Tupac, grew up on Biggie
[Pre-Chorus: Izzy Bizu]
Some people get jealous of my style
Some people try messin' with my mind
But I have always been alone
[Chorus: Izzy Bizu and Jords
This is what it's like to be a freak
I [lost out to fate?] 'cause I don't need
They hang around for paper, not for me
This is what it's like to be a freak
Freak, freaky (Uh)
[Verse 3: Jords]
Spill some drink for those that have fallen, orange juice for my Captain Morgan
Only family can call me Jordan, old school flex and light in the mornin'
Gang, skank, ayy, old school flex like boot-cut jeans
Done a couple bad things but we got Ps, stay united when I got OT
Uh, I got the juice and sauce, sippin' on OJ with my OGs
Hot-headed boy but I get cold feet, don't owe nobody, nobody owes me
Dip the ends and I lay low, old school flex like D Double E and Kano
Funky house on the radio, it's that "back in the day" flow, uh!
[Pre-Chorus: Izzy Bizu]
Some people get jealous of my style
Some people try messin' with my mind
But I have always been alone
[Chorus: Izzy Bizu and Jords]
This is what it's like to be a freak
I [lost out to fate?] 'cause I don't need
They hang around for paper, not for me
This is what it's like to be a freak
Freak, freaky (Ooh)