Oatmeal (Freestyle)

[Verse 1]

I’m from South London
Where the hoes are in abundance
And that gang life is sticky and the piggies love the truncheon
I been in the dungeon
But you might catch me flying through Crystal Palace, Penge or Norwood Junction
I don’t hang about
Same bruddas love then they hate me, oh look they love me now
I ain’t afraid of the past I open wounds
Find things I need to learn close em up and continue
And if I’m on the bill, then I’m shutting the venue DOWN
Live band, 5 man up in your town
Watch and learn coz I’m summoning styles
Picking pockets I’m feeling like Fagin raiding the stage of your heart and emotions for standing ovations
Now that’s how foul my clan shout when there’s droughts
Even came back for that pound I lent out
You better eat that cah I’m hungry ni**a
Oh your gunna learn that I’m a hungry ni**a
It’s the black foot
Black crook
Never looking backwards
Told em what the Richter read I even had the map shook
Pops said your ain’t shit to your actions
So I duppy shows leave my phantom to thank them
Hooked on my shit? Ask Frank then
This is dopamine cah I dope rhyme
Dope fiends and they duplicate cah its dope lines
And appear on your home screens and your timelines
Fine wine to your customer
I be in the cellar
Take a little swig I make em love the peer pressure
They say there going in
We all know better
Them bruddas ain’t there like Pac at coahella ella ella
I got my umbrella eh
I’m dictating the weather
Ahoy to my crew cah I think we found treasure
Riding through the storm never thought I’d see the day
Coz I been in the studio writing up the bangers
Your girls in the club getting daggered… pain
I tell them little ni**as start
Paving their way now they say what I say what does Polly want a cracker
My g tell your man he should man up
F**k your mates rate bolt on and get your plan up
You already know you need a backbone to stand up
If you never heard let me tell em

[Bridge]
Why be like him when you’re better like you
Why be like them when you’re better with your crew
Why be like her when you’re better off as you
Don’t be a 2nd grade them be a 1st grade you

[Verse 2]
Coz I was thinking bout my life once
How life goes and how comes
And everything between keeps our eyes wide shut
If reality’s a dream and then I wake up
Would I be the son my mum dreamt of? Maybe
I’m giving them my presence
Nothing like Santa
Coz I was unwrapped on Boxing Day
Into a world that didn’t want me
Hiding the problem
Disguising the mobsters
As nights full of monsters
Heart full of pride yet the minds still unconscious
Am I one of a kind or kinda the one
Either way I go hard and find out when it’s done
I be giving em my all when push comes to a shove
But when the horn starts sounding and we come through the famine
If you’re not around I promise I will send you my love
If you’re not around I’m hoping that Ill get yours
Decomposing while the labels selling out my best of
Coz I’m thinking bout the box, deal or no deal
Yet I’m thinking out the box deal or no deal
And I rap my ass off
With a deal or no deal
Now you can sprinkle that sh*t on your oatmeal like blaoooww