God Save the Queens Freestyle E

I mean, I'm definitely saving the queen. You know, I've got stacks in my pocket. To do it, you Some in the bank. You know, some under the mattress. Some in a box. That's how we do. I'm afraid I've got people Mad deceiving. So my brother Jimmy. So there's some sort of fucked up- Let's get into this freestyle right here innit Yo, South London get the thug money. Oh yeah, we do Stack cash in the middle Of the drug wars. Prefer a blast, yeah, We caught up in this fast life, but we Try last. 'Cause you can pay for school, but You can't buy Give it that, man I got Manners, so I big up for the old school. OGs and triple OGs, no cool. Look Keep ahead of young soldiers that will toast You. Toast you But I can handle mine 'cause I'm no fool. My nigga's bosses, the most inglorious. Still wear Yeezy Miyake and rock Eporio. High fashion No wonder why these tonys ain't Applauding us. Ain't no biggie, don't ease know I'm notorious. Riding with my little Kim, she screaming, "Fuck Bitches." She still down even though she know I Fuck bitches. But she don't mind 'cause they fuck Bitches. And when I'm done I'm coming back like, "What bitches?" Find me in the cracks of inner City London. When we had the spinners, bust the Fed with a truncheon. Uh. Spat lee told you not to do the Wrong thing. Beats overrated, I'm just trying to get My song singed. But I ain't never been up On no long ting. Stay around some dons who Ride around with the long thing. Gloves on in the dong ding. I mean the ding dong, King Kong, what I'm Touching. Baby face G, yeah, that's why they call Me young Jim. We can get it on right Now, you hear the one ring. That's the bell, we the knock kings. You never in the ring, you're just a don's King. Nigga, I'm a beast like the young Mike. Uh. Air Max 90s is my young Nikes. Uh Now these teenagers be getting young life. Uh Riding around to ninety-O's on a dumb hype. Yeah, you know what it is when man come Around. With that banger in the banger, Ain't no one around. Damn. 2012 I found another sound. Educated thug, but nigga telling me to dumb it Down. down youngin' I'm screaming God save the Queens. Catch me out slanging in your don's favorite Jeans. We ain't money changers, but we need our Paper clean. Trust me, I know you know what I mean. 'Cause we living life under the jake Scope. Where every pig wanna take man for a Scapegoat. 'Cause they know we wave off or let The tray go. Go Bleach niggas when we hit 'em with the cake soap. These niggas acting even worse than them fake soaps. I keep a killer instinct like J go. J go Long blade or something through a potato. Rub you blind just to balance out the payroll. Sneak, sneak, get the yeyo. Uh I love to see my young Gs getting Pesos. Niggas wanna war, but they ain't getting paid Though. Niggas wanna rap, but they ain't getting Played though. I used to shot the powder, people Take up the nasal. Inhale it Now donny all up on that molly And the Raiz too. Still the drugs keep us stable. Oh yeah Coins on the floor, notes on the Table. That's right. Yeah, G. You know I'm vibing to that one, you know? Helps Me steal my summer. You we just chilling. Aight, we ain't finished yet, we still wanna keep That vibe rolling. It's Trillest, My brother, Young Tiff, Jimmy Conway, You know the gaffer. Bill's Production roboblock Combo. Aight, we're gonna continue that vibe, Let's do this part