Mad About Bars - S5-E8

[Intro: Kenny Allstar]
You see this one here, it's different
(Jango on this one)
We're about to introduce you to
A rapper, who in my opinion is gonna be the one of the most exciting to come through this year
Coming out of Essex he's too different with it
Flows, bars (Look)
It's French the Kid

Part I

[Verse 1]
Chief on the street I'm so real
Fuck with gorillas, I been in that field
Done it to kill
Don't know the feeling
The enemy's bleeding, it gets so misleading
Like taking a pill, making a deal
Fiends on the left and the right on me still
Shootin' for veins might get a feels
Might get a chills
Next day alive, but they might've been killed
In the trap, my own brother's friends got me moving the crack
I was so young, I could never look back
Bro, it ain't worth it, I'll do it for racks, I'll do it to stack
Bands, my own brother got lost to the cause
I remember one night he tried hanging himself
Then he overdosed up-on the floor, shit

[Chorus]
Tu connais ma gueule
Tu connais l'équipe, tu connais ma team
Tu connais mon visage
On vient des favelas, impressionné par belle est la vie comme un mirage
Moi et mes frères la belle vie on l’envisage, yeah
Moi et mes frères la concu' on envisage

[Verse 2]
Prick put his hands on my aunty
Jumped in a van and got him kidnapped
Slim clip on my Angie, weren't the first time of holding that wap
Had to drive all the way to Suffolk
No black puffers but man still got wrapped
Son tryna 'fend his dad like, big-man, I'll make your battery go flat
Johnny said he don't really care bout talk, nah he don't really care 'bout chat
Hold the cunt down, raise up his legs, ching chow, cut it right back
Got blood all over my vest, all over my shoes, all over my shit
Cut out quick cah we took that risk, four toes in his foot
The prick just got hit
Got back home, opened the door, my girl was like "Wow"
So much blood on my hands and trainers
She must have cried and thought, "Baby, how?"
She said, "What did you do?" "How did you do it?" "What have you done?"
Any man that touch my family, wap or Stanley, man'll get bun
I got shanked with a shh
But I stood up and fought to the death
I don't really know where that bitch boy went
But I heard he got shh and then left
Mess, put down your shank, let's test
Heart of a lion, bro you'll get pressed
Merchant Brentwood Bouncers are shook
Two transit vans they nearly got shh
How can I trap anymore
If my bro's on the floor overdosin' them pills
How can I trap anymore
If my blood brother's homeless, pain is so real
I was known in France for dishing out waps and dishing out things
Jed's friends had the trap-line booming, wap-line moving
Wrapped up in cling
Ring, ring had the ringtone dancing, catsdem glancing
Shit made 'em sing
White boy with a middle parting, tracksuit, laughing, needed a trim
Look, tracksuit, laughing, needed a trim
White boy with a middle parting, tracksuit
I do not care about hoes
I care about O's
I'm making money, making loads
I run through that shit with my bros
I've got many flows
I'm painting pictures, Picasso
French on the beat, I'm so cold
I think you just froze
Tell these bitches I'mma blow
I do not care about those
Don't care about them
So take a picture while you pose
Hablo español con Pablo y dije que
Cause all of my tunes they go high like cocaine
Hot in Ibiza, I'm smoking that reefer
I'm getting my money, I love Mary-Jane
I'm running to money, I'm running to fame
Only thing up in my mind is the game
I do not care about dance with the Devil
The devil cannot dance with me in the rain
Shit

[Chorus]
Tu connais ma gueule
Tu connais l'équipe, tu connais ma team
Tu connais mon visage
On vient des favelas, impressionné par belle est la vie comme un mirage
Moi et mes frères la belle vie on l’envisage, yeah
Moi et mes frères la concu' on envisage
(Tu connais ma gueule)
(Tu connais l'équipe, tu connais ma team)
(Tu connais mon visage)
(On vient des favelas, impressionné par belle est la vie comme un mirage)
(Jungle on this one)
(Moi et mes frères la belle vie on l’envisage)
(Moi et mes frères la belle vie on l’envisage)

[Outro: Kenny Allstar]
It's French the Kid
Aight, let's switch it up

Part II

[Intro: Kenny Allstar]
The Voice of the Streets
You see, in recent times, some of the sickest storytelling rappers in the UK came out of Essex
So I think it's about that time, we add my guy French to the list
Let's get deeper on it

[Verse]
Look
I weren't born in that trap, but I spent days in that shit
Like me and Lloyd got no pay for that shit
But all the olders got to pay for some bitch
While I'm bunking off school, wasting days for a tick
Like mumzy gave me everything
And that's the truth
But it's a shame that I never told her the truth
I just didn't want to tell her that I'm turning into dad, shit
Guess I got lucky that I didn't hit the pad
And
All these voices in my head, I cannot understand
I wanna be on another planet, another land
Where I can start it all over and be a better man
Shit, I think I'm dreaming again, I need another plan
Like bitches, yeah they come, bitches yeah they go
G, I got money in my head, money in my dome
While I was running from the fed, running from the po'
Never needed nobodies help, I done this on my own
Shit
Got to be honest I'm dealing with some stress
Like
'Cause I got family round me, but I just feel a mess
Shit
I think I need medication to give my life a test
And give my soul elevation towards a brighter best
Now I'm fucking dreaming again
I can see blue skies and I'm breathing again
Shit
Missed calls let me reason with them
Fuck it, imma call French I wanna leave this again
Like
That story is of a fiend, they get lost in that crack smoke
Lost in that dream
Came back next day looking for the P
Then get loopy like psycho until their body leaves
Like
Real like that
That's why I never took a pill like that
'Cause I seen bruddas getting killed like that
My own brother nearly killed like that
Shit
It's real like that
That's why I never took a pill like that
'Cause I seen bruddas getting killed like that
My own brother nearly killed like that
French