Not For The Radio Freestyle

[Verse]
Tenth floor living
I thought I'd seen it all
I never understand I couldn't see at all
I used to look up to some G's and wanna be them all
At one point in my life I said free 'em all
Shit, free them, free me and all
I was that little man riding in the vehicle
Down to on sight and do life, just give me a 4
What a shame it would have been she sent me to school
Nan that is, but I ran my strip
And I came up short, donny bust my lip
All the hands I bit, just to get them kicks
Lessons I learnt early, got to stand by this
Who's gonna stand by me, after all them years ran by me
You couldn't hear these screams
When this shit's skin deep
I wouldn't sell that dream
So just pass my weed
Look, I swear this haze got me preaching, hope you like my sermon
Feeling like nothings certain and this line's a burden
Ever seen a kitty pinning man, that shit's disturbing
But I be nice if I be hopping out of something German
The shit we do for sterling
Peter get nutty like Sherman
P kill bills like Ferman
I got to make it happen, there ain't no one more deserving
I'm humble and I'm blessed, I never crumble when I'm stressed
I'm my own man I never try and claim duress
Me, I rise above the pressure in the eyes of my aggressor
And I'm about my feta, mascarpone, mozzarella
Bread for something extra
Shit, I get high my mind runs away
I'm from where kids kill kids, like it's hunger games
Get caught up in the thunder, rain
I don't think we're on the same page
They preeing and they chatting Potts
Shit I used to nightride like Hasselhoff
On the run I was trapping out of travelodge
Now they see me and I'm looking like I had it off
I said they see me and I'm looking like I had it off
Man, they just some half-steppers
Man, my paths checkered
I grind through all weathers
Sometimes it's all reckless
I need investors, I got big dreams
Shit, I couldn't picture this when I was sixteen
This pain's skin deep
Keep my weed lit, let that shit be
Keep my weed lit, let that shit be
Me, I came up rough
My mum sold puff
She told me look, don't touch but I done saw too much
Ralis running through my household
Even then I kept my mouth closed
Real ish, I am road, I can't stand road
Lessons learnt, I wouldn't doubt those
Me, I done some shit I couldn't condone
Nights I never used to come home
I used to tell my nan "your grandson's grown... So they can take me if they want, I ain't got nothing left"