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jj esko - one mic freestyle lyrics

[verse]
they don’t wanna f+ck with an akh from pakistan
up in that bar, not hakkasan
i’ve got some drillers in bradistan
they’ll grab this van and vanish man
vanish man, rap and road go hand+in+hand
man lock and load and i bang that fam
never got parole, i was grappling man
double up the pack, i was out there hitting them sales
man try rap, they weren’t doing it well
and an akh from pak, big mash with sh+lls
on the block, done laps, in flats with bells
sh+t’s getting tense, can’t sit on the fence, i’ll throw man off
couldn’t pay my rent so the doors come off
i tell my bros that they’re all i’ve got
what can i say for some?
i never thought that this day would come
it’s been years, still pray for mum
i still run man down in my air force 1’s
don’t fall, don’t break or bend
lost friends, man i pray for them
hate ends but i’m still in the ends
i made amends and then f+cked up again
where’s your brick gone? where’s your brick gone?
see that watch on your wrist don, where’s your wrist gone?
f+ck a diss song, i don’t respond
i just pull up to your block and get your ships sunk
it was tekken and ps2’s, now it’s weapons and dsq’s
i learned them lessons, i seen it through
them man there peasants, ain’t got no tombs
big like vvd, catch man slipping like stevie g
put a f+ckboy on bbc, and the gang got bagged cause of cct
flip that, get that back and flip that
hit that, last time i stepped i gripped that
pitch black, run up in this trap for a chit+chat
wig back, last time i checked they missed that
i don’t f+ck with these olders, they’re sniffing lines
i won’t see them man on the finish line
i’ve got three or five man tryna run inside
cah the .35 bangs, end your f+cking life
3.5’s, q’s and halfers, ajk, we’re the realest rajas
f+ck an opp, nah you get bun regardless
down and i was out, made it through the darkness
this ain’t no cap on a tune, i was in school, came home
my brother let off a wap in my room
knife gets sawn, i ain’t popping balloons
every day man, i’m not in the mood
live life, don’t do it for views
can’t lose, i ain’t got an excuse
they was all rewinding twos
started off making violent tunes
stay out of jail, i’m trying to
i know you’re tired but i’m tired too
c.o.d., we’re buying food
get it gone quick like sané, german, bayern mune
this my jungle, i’m just doing what lions do
got up but i fell so hard
back then when i caught that charge
been a while, man i miss my dawgs
i ain’t gonna lie, my life’s been hard
you know me fam, big fat rambos
zee got bagged fam, i miss that bando
so much opps, couldn’t sit in nando’s
they ain’t got glocks, can’t talk on man no

- jj esko lyrics

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