Lightwork Freestyle

[Verse]
JA, your highness that
Rule my land with a violent batch
Animal kingdom, Zulu man, nah, I ain't from England
I trap with the kingpins, TT grub got the nitty them binging
The mandem are twisted, mad in their wigs, don't know what they're thinking
Any odd beat, platoons on deck, baboons on deck, any yute get kweng
Man throw corn, tell a yute "Go fetch"
A man can't lack when the ward's intense
Man need rifle, machine, dots and handguns
That man hold that don for ransom
Zulu gang, we're known for mad tings, lurk in bush, we're known for camping
Gang, gang, gang, gang, driller's DNA
I was chopping buj in college, weren't collecting EMA
I'm still the same, with my brothers and we're stepping through the grey
We're in the T, whipping yola, slanging pebbles on the pave
But if it's beef on the mains, I brandish my instrument
They wanna label us the crime syndicate
Well that's minor tings, they don't like the kid
'Cah man spaz and escalate incidents
Run up on whips and I press triangle
Tool on me, man'll get dismantled
Rooftop, man'll make man dangle
I ain't into scuffing, I ain't Kurt Angle
More like Vladimir Putin, can't take man for an average human
Strizz got the trap line boomin', took few L's, but them man are recouping
Luton, this my city, man wage war if a nigga try diss me
Two calls and the thing come quickly, gang in the back of the Mitsubishi
Pull up on gyal like "Whaddup, cutie?"
Can't walk past me with all that booty
Man look suave, covered in Gucci, but I'm OJ and she see right through me
See her in the gym doing up Zumba, I was on the treadmill preeing her bunda
Now we in Premier, slap that derriere and she wan fuck with a real G sider
Tribal man, slap, bang any rival gang
Step in the place, all eyes on man
Force it, see if my guys won't bang
G regiment, Zulu president, leave me alone, I'm deep in my element
Three man went court, no evidence, buss that case and step with elegance
Try come in my residence, raiding the crib for the food man's peddling
Informer, them boy there, so they might talk like gyallie yeah them man there are feminine
Gyallie on me that's normal, slurping the opps she ain't got no morals
She know say a man's unlawful, still when she buck me I'm dressed all formal
On a naughty one, I move scatty, yo, trackie on and my bally
Transit van, finna get kidnap-y, man know me Colonel Gadaffi
Beef for the guys I'm banging, I back that cannon and shoot like Clashy
I do it on the mains or backstreet, flee from the scene if the feds try catch me
I'm tryna get paid in full, so I just copped me a raging bull
I'm doing up 8 ball pool, bando boy, should've stayed in school
I'm tryna get paid in full, so I just copped me a raging bull
I'm doing up 8 ball pool, bando boy, should've stayed in school