Lightwork Freestyle

By Moscow17

Released on April 30, 2018

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[Intro]

What the fuck is going on here?


[Verse 1: Incognito]

I don't know nothing 'bout pressure

All he wanted was a steak and rice

Sahara Grill, I left that mess up

Like anything 2 get bun or a mate of the 2 get chinged or cheff up

The wheels on the bike go 'round and 'round

They're saying I chinged that fella

Like, you should've known better

Now they think I'm on juju

A mate of a opp get got, like

That ain't the new news

.44 spin gon’ hit mans wig

Landlord ting mans stepped on cribs

Bare fur round gloves on a Russian ting

The opp boy tweak

Man, they ain't on tings, they ain't on piss


[Verse 2: Loosescrew]

You never would've saw that vision when me and bro chuckled and done that chingin'

Rise up the mash and fill it

Sunday drillin', that's nothing but sinnin'

Why the opps always talking shit

Come to the B, you ain't got no clips

Best put some names in tracks about rise that mash on someone you hit

Bastards go get tarnished

Get touched unruly crasis

See your shanks on BTEC, mine’s on Masters

Gyallie wanna ride all night

Got to tell gyallie that I really don't mind

But I'm a real bad boy from the ends so I gotta tell gyallie that my curfew nine

But it's nuttin' till slide inside

6 AM mans back outside because I'm really on my grind though I trap online (Grind though I trap online)


[Verse 3: Incognito]

I was in the block with twins, ting

The driver of the ped was spin, full to the brim

Had no luck so he jumped on a ped and we went down Crane

Dem boy lame, Snoop, Snoop, where you at? Where you at?

Russian lean and the prats know way that I put on Snap

Still doing that trap but I'm stuck in the trap can’t I trap all day, get paid

Gyallie too dead but I want that face

Dis one leng might call her bae

Attitude cardi a little bit of yardie

Shutdown shores when we step on stage

Zone 2 yutes so I back that blade

That's a Zone 2 bitch and she can't escape

She came for a slash and she's chilling at Bage's

Front line ting bare B's and K's

B's and K's


[Verse 4: Loosescrew]

They ride out seeking a vengeance

We run town don't need no amendments

Moscow'O with Brexit selection

But no, we ain't leaving yet

Aim at chest, your foenem’s dead

In jail wouldn't get no sex, 15 kits hit Jim, who says?

Look who's hench, who's bad, what's next?

Loosescrew’s back, Oboy don't stress about way back then

Basic entry standard

Canteen bag up and landing

Someone go check up the pattern

They been spitting for years

But only get clout when he opens mouth about the gangdem

[?] see my [?] waps but I swear I had to wing man down like I'm Hazard with a 4 door saving JB's Matic

Step on your block, go put on your pampers

'Cause the feds don't want no spillage and I know that your period pads are finished

Ruthless bang off the ting, no Cillit

Ruthless bang off the ting, no Cillit