Lightwork Freestyle

[Intro]
Free the guys (Gaza)
Free ‘em

[Chorus]
Slidin’ slidin’
On the opp block puttin’ in mileage (Mileage)
On the opp block search for souls (Souls)
Been out in the field so long
Only right that we earned them goals (They know)
Supply and demand I’m servin’ both
Firearm put the fire in my palm and I’m servin’ smoke (Bow bow bow)

[Verse 1]
Still tryna boot on the 3x2, all now I can’t find these yutes
And these House Boys ain’t on piss, they ain’t done shit but their friends in zoots (Pack)
Got my ex on my back no Off-White, cos she heard that I’m makin’ tunes
Back then used to wait on consign now we got magic and stretch this food (Stretch it)
Gettin’ busy on bail hittin’ them sales, like I ain’t been nicked (Fuck it)
Still givin’ ‘em hell let’s fill it with bells and take a trip (They know)
Back then I got nicked with a 12, pissed, opps didn’t even get hit (Lucky)
And he got chinged by the shelves pissed, couldn’t even go get a drink (Pissed)
How could this beef ting end? (How?)
When all this blood on the streets been shed ay bro did you see them feds?
The petties on him are stressed (Stressed)
Had to jump out the vehic’s and step (Dash)
Cos I ain’t goin’ back to the wing where the bells dem ring and I speak on a tec (No way)
The loudest one is the weakest, that’s why I ain’t speakin’
You ain’t ever been on a glide, morning till night all now I ain’t eaten
Talk on my bro’s that’s treason
Pull out and buss no semen (Bow)
He got caught on the lack, all of this chat but the story got remixed (Patty)
Took so many L’s you would’ve fell off (Fell off)
They hit anyone, want me a special K no Kellogg’s (Pack)
Last ones left will take man’s head off (Ching)
True say the mandem locked so they thought that the mandem fell off (No way)
Not round here, niggas get got round here
Young boy pack in a trap on my own two hands I don’t pop no squares (Trappy)

[Chorus]
Slidin’ slidin’ (Skrrt)
On the opp block puttin’ in mileage (Mileage)
On the opp block search for souls (Souls)
Been out in the field so long (So long)
Only right that we earned them goals
Supply and demand I’m servin’ both
Firearm put the fire in my palm and I’m servin’ smoke (Bow)
Slidin’ slidin’ (Slidin’)
On the opp block puttin’ in mileage (Mileage)
On the opp block search for souls (Lurkin’)
Been out in the field so long (So long)
Only right that we earned them goals
Supply and demand I’m servin’ both
Firearm put the fire in my palm and I’m servin’ smoke (Bow bow)

[Verse 2]
You was gettin’ brain off Becky (Becky)
I was tryna tape off Becky
Murder on my mind like Melly (Melly)
But, I could never kill my friends like them cos I ain’t that petty (No)
And this beef ain’t petty (No)
Get the drop man are slidin’ instant (Skrrt)
We ain’t hittin’ no innocent victim shit den free up the guys convicted (Free ‘em)
Talk ‘bout packs ain’t none of them gang how you rap like that you’re fibbing (Fibbing)
Bruck backs and Smithens press on a switch you’re missing (Gone)
Bruck backs and Smithens press on a switch you’re missing (Bow)
More time I stay on my own (Own)
No I don’t trust a soul (No)
But I trust this stainless steel (Ching)
These jakes on my back the hatred’s real, want me in a cage for real (Fuck ‘em)
Everyone’s gang till they’re looking at life or their mates get killed
Everyone’s bad till they’re looking at life or their mates get killed
We winning this beef it’s blatant still they talk on the beat like they do drills
But, none of my friends are dead like Uzi
Swing my shank off road it’s copper no 2p, unruly (Unruly)
Swing my shank off road it’s copper no 2p, unruly (Gaza ay)

[Chorus]
Slidin’ slidin’ (Slidin’)
On the opp block puttin’ in mileage (Mileage)
On the opp block search for souls (Souls)
Been out in the field so long (So long)
Only right that we earned them goals
Supply and demand I’m servin’ both
Firearm put the fire in my palm and I’m servin’ smoke (Bow)
Slidin’ slidin’ (Slidin’)
On the opp block puttin’ in mileage (Mileage)
On the opp block search for souls (Souls)
Been out in the field so long (So long)
Only right that we earned them goals
Supply and demand I’m servin’ both
Firearm put the fire in my palm and I’m servin’ smoke (Bow)