Two Yats Freestyle - Maxsta

Man, beef’s cracking, got this bitch chatting shit as well

Let me tell you something man

What am I gonna do, man?

Nah, I can’t give no fucks

Sorry, I don’t want no love

Talk tough get a punch in the gut

Little broke boy, you ain’t seen a hundred bucks

I roll round with a hundred thugs

No science, but I got the bunsen tucked

With Stelf, get the onions flung

'Cause all I ever hear about is guns and drugs

All I ever hear about is sex and violence

That’s niggas getting dropped and chicks giving birth

That’s another cold son in the system who’ll be picking up on consignment

Apple don’t fall too far from the tree in the east

We don’t branch out or divert

Your girl calls my line on private

Saw my showerman jacket, now she wanna get stoned on my island

But I don’t want a gold digger, I’d rather walk to her, go figure

I’m a cold nigga, streets turned my heart to an ice block when I saw Adam on a

pavement dead

Now I got pavement stress

Trap boys just wanna separate chain from chest

Really I was tryna blaze some sets

Counterproductive, I graft with my days instead

Max, check, patience yes

I got connections, 8s and Zs

Boxes, halves, I got ape and chef

Got white from a Caucasian gent

Now my pockets look fatter than a slob on the couch

You was on chat and got a box in the mouth

I go missing like coins getting lost in the before the cops gone and really got

to my house

Kids got dropped in the mouth

Rover, hid white shots in my mouth

And got a Russian chick called Ogard, let me do the iPhone drops to her house

'078, tell the gyaldem crew, don’t bill it late

First come first serve, don’t let me wait

I’m gonna be pissed if I don’t penetrate

Got class, got manners but before I finish the speech she done back it up

Streets want savage up

But I’m sweet to the chicks, getting blocked like I’m reading a script

She ain’t coming back if I poke her

Fold down if you like, this ain’t poker

Sometimes I’m getting freaky with the poker

I’m anti-knife crime, but I can’t be another fallen soldier

And I wouldn’t talk to the press for exposure

Like I wouldn’t talk to my ex ting for closure

I’m colder, older

When you hear Max, you’re listening to a veteran, I already told ya

They told me «Max, you should’ve already blown»

All I wanted was a Rollie and white Range Rover

Nah I’m joking, I know I should’ve blown

But I’m steady on course, and the race ain’t over

2015 you were sending, dead

Went for the king and got ended, dead

Don’t mix, man are not blending

You don’t wanna get a white chalk ending, dead

Nug shot pending, 'nough man in their collectives dead

H-k k-k-k his friend

I don’t wanna spit with you and your bredrins them

Them man know I got the shank when I’m here

Flex 2 yats, double tap when I’m here

Be on your job, don’t lack when I’m here

Drop 4 wraps on a cat when I’m here

I don’t really show no love when I’m here

Get a lot of love from the sluts in the club when I’m here

I’m right by the drugs and guns when I’m here

A man can get slumped when I’m here

Who’s that M to the X

Another badman inside the party

Can’t send no threats

Yeah I got the thingy on deck

yats, straight hands on neck

All of my drillers got bands on them

Gucci, Louis, I’m cutting up white

Look at your beanie, preeing my life

Them man know that I’m billing a big vibe

I’m getting dirty like I’m covered in bin liner

Who’s on a riddim?

The lyrical slip-slide

All hot gyaldem for flash your tits rider

from the east and filling it deeper

Lock your ex and get the feature

Weren’t really listening to Nas on Ether

UKG and Wiley out the speaker

I used to dream 'bout being an MC

Nowadays, I dream 'bout me in a Bentley

Old friends, no love lost, I just dead niggas I thought were my friends,

full up of jealous and envy

And the street’s too much

And I can’t get nicked 'cause my head’s too tucked

I don’t wanna roll strapped but I said too much

I’m prepared for something to catch on, that’s real life

Yeah?

That’s the meds though

Maxsta

You already know what’s going on man

Yeah it’s a beautiful day

Hold tight Aks, hold tight Stelf

The Great England

Yeah, ya dun know

You know what’s going on, you know where we come from

You know what we’ve had to do

(Come on 30th of October 2018)

Even just to be smiling today, you get me?

Hold tight all my east siders

Hold tight all my Londoners though (twelve o’clock)

North, west, everywhere, you get me

Trust me

Maxsta