NRF Freestyle 2 Lyrics – Clavish

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[Intro]
(IJD ya know)
(Gloyo made this)

[Verse]
Southside, got a lot of my n!ggas riding some numbers
No instruments, in other ways, .22 was drumming
Me and Tete taking turns with this hoe from out of London
Shooking on influencers, doing all this gun funding
Gets tiring, no cap, I brung n!ggas that really got bodies to whiling
Put racks on her body, for you she just went up in price
Flew the chicken, forgot to link her, I lost track of the time
I never cared for no comments and I never cared for no lies
I started not doing my belt up, made it look cool, belt to ass
Used to see my Pagans, take them to school
Furthermore, I used to put my Pagans in hospitals
I’m kinda pissed, I never turned none packed but, fu*k it, we move
And I don’t need to get gyals to drink liquor to make them off their pants
They’re doing it because I’m Clav, doing it because I rap
Demon time, I wasn’t black
Say you real, I know you cap ’bout
Any work you claim, you put in but let’s not get into that
Fill my Louis duffel bag up with nothing but Louis drip
First day out, Loopy tweaking like Nettles drop me a stick
Go ask ’bout Nettles before he ever made him a hit
The only guy not from my hood that can call me Nettles is—
Flew out the backseat of a Nissan and fed 706
I’m not a snake I’m not a snitch, I’ma keep talking my s*it
Give me two days and I bet you I’ll be walking down this b!tch
In a luxury hotel that she didn’t know exists
But if she’s s*it at sucking d!ck, she won’t be seeing me again
Free up Flacko, we put in work and I was with him in the cage
And since I turned famous, barely anything remained the same
Pockets got fatter, pocket rocket in haka
Me and the M just bought a Tracker
More than ten racks on Mecca, shotting missed and it don’t matter
I sold dutty to the cats, not the green, not the matcher

Match day, you ain’t got your boots, don’t size up C-L-A-V
I done a drill Monday morning, should’ve been tagging with keeks
I’ma blur his name but ****, till this day it’s still dropping heat
Drop a n!gga out if he rats, you knew to not talk to police
I revved up couple BBLs, but I prefer them all petite
I sponsored couple BBLs for gyals I ain’t ever see
But when I touch there city, I’m getting my money’s worth
Fu*k her like my life depends on it and make her tummy hurt
Don’t bring that buss down next to mine, put it back in the fu*king dirt
The way your jeweler bumped you, he’s gotta think you’re fu*king nerd
Fu*k whatever you heard, that Bally on ain’t scaring no one
I asked around who you shot or stabbed and they all told me no one
Asking who’s my rapper friends, with my chest I told them no one
Let’s just make songs and fu*k off back to wherever we come from
If you don’t put in or step out, don’t ever talk on no beef
Talkings free, who made up the saying that talking was cheap?
I said fu*k the culli last time, I apologise
Cutting through the hood in one I used to be on pedal bike
H.M.P home made knife and a towel round my face when I’m on exercise
She’s lucky that she fu*ked me once, unlucky I had a second time
Popping doors, scoring points, used to make me happy
I can’t sign out like it’s nothing, I did cheffings with no Bally
I can’t forget where I come from, but where I come from is baggage
7K for the fit, told her tell her, mom, that I play for Palace
Fill the remote up when I land, I CBA to pack it
Don’t ever talk on my credit, boy, you’ve never been active