Free Smoke

I never knew how much i'd need to talk out on a beat
Got me heading to the studio like nearly every week
Use to never talk emotional i thought that shit was weak
But fuck what you thought im verified in these streets
I play finders keep
What i find i keep
Cruising round widda flare looking for a christmas tree
Look the curtains cheap
And he looks chinese
We'll come and takeaway so the mandem eats
My feet are so tired and my shoes got holes
Metaphor for my life on these stupid roads
We was lurking for a paigon planning funerals
Musta had bald tyres cause he crashed his golf
Pray for
Issa beef cycle
And it wont ever end i want these pussies on a stone
They tell let it go
Im abit psycho
But my natural reaction is to grab my pole

Free Smoke Free Smoke
But nutting aint free spent racks on smoke
Comfy anywhere i go i dont rep postcode
See niggas talk to most but aint bun no souls
And i let mine go
Free Smoke Free Smoke
But nutting aint free spent racks on smoke
Comfy anywhere i go i dont rep postcode
See niggas talk to most but aint bun no souls
And i let mine go

You see trust is a joke
See i trusted in my brothers and i trusted in them hoes
And they both stabbed my back left cuts in my clothes
And im still to get revenge and im known to do the most
Thats numerous holes
In blacked out clothes
And you wont even see like acids on your dome
Just like i juiced **** on them back roads
And i did it all again on them main roads
Broadday aswell

Free Smoke Free Smoke
But nuttin aint free spent racks on smoke
Comfy anywhere i go i dont rep postcode
See niggas talk to most but aint bun no souls
And i let mine go
Free Smoke Free Smoke
But nuttin aint free spent racks on smoke
Comfy anywhere i go i dont rep postcode
See niggas talk to most but aint bun no souls
And i let mine go