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hb freestyle (season 4) , pt. 1 - hardest bars & d38 lyrics

[intro: d38]
ayy, listen, listen
grrt, grrt

[verse: d38]
one of the realest to rap, one of the realest to trap (one of them)
uh, one of the realest (yeah)
they don’t rate my ting, but their pockets look slim
get in your bag and get out your feelings
everything happens for a reason
they do it for show like cleveland (grrt, grrt)
free bro on the wing like mohamed salah
still in the middle of the field like steven
different kеttle, uh, uh
different kеttle of fish (different)
i can’t lie, like my one’s slim, but she thick like banks then let that in
she said i look like tariq with a mask off
hope that this ting don’t fold like lauren (argh)
they must’ve think say a joke, we a met like we ain’t got old*school ones on modern
them man are baby boys, so they gotta get pampered
talk to me nice, better come with manners (talk nice)
rate my boy ‘cah he said, “f*ck drip” and invested his gwop into hammers
stop it, start it
no manual, cl!ck that b*tton on the top left (cl!ck that)
he was young and dumb like polo
who would’ve knew we would go into hothead?
sorry for the doors that were popped on innocents
bro said, “thirty”, i told you, it’s not them (sorry)
i ain’t ever spent a day in the ring, but if i aim with my ying, i’ll definitely box them (skrrt, skrrt)
me style, g style
i even got the opp thots bangin’ my freestyle
rest up the fallen and let all my g’s out
[?], that’s how juice spilt, tropicana (spill it, spill it)
had to tell bro, “chill for a sec'” ‘cah we really made lambeth hot like lava
in and out of bandos, he’s tryna get guala
i probably shot a three*five to your father
i don’t know why, but thirts is ’bout, now i’m sayin’, “f*ck that, i really gotta go harder”
sticks and stones ain’t breakin’ nuttin’
lock that function, the a team’s comin’
i want the pesos, so i’ma wait, bro
i hit the roads while the birds are hummin’ (hit that)
thought he done juj’ when the door got popped, he was there just then, now i don’t see nothin’ (where he go?)
nah, i don’t see nothin’, literally
but it’s better for them ‘cah it would’ve been nothin’ but misery
she still wanna know why thirts is ’bout (baow, bap)
they wouldn’t last on the pitch, uh, but let me not judge like simon cowell
fl!ck of the ring, my ting gets tekky, trust me, a couple could tell you how
charged up like my iphone bat’ and he stepped out of line, so we’re playin’ it foul
free ym, that’s reverend, get there
no question about what i mentioned (skrrt, skrrt)
he went with his phone, now he’s steppin’, if that was me, i’d be onto my bredrin (on, on him)
convoy, it’s a whip and a ‘ped ting, you ain’t tryna see that combination
i don’t know wahm for for my man, i ain’t tryna have no conversation
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