Lyrics

[Intro: Big School] Yo! What's goin' on? It's myself, Big School AKA Scully, and you are listening to CROFM, the Jewel of South London. This is the dirt and the diamonds. Let's go! [Verse 1: Jords] Old school flex like L to the A, old school flex, done rollin' my Js Old school flex like back in the day, old school flex like gun-fingers in a rave Two's up skankin' away, bare man are bad but it actually ain't Walk in a party, smile an' I'm dancing 'cause I got bread in the bank and I wave Sticks to the G-code, I play Giggs not Migos, old school flex like [?] Uh, it's all blessed inside but if it kicks off then we pull up outside like a reload Dip the ends and I lay low, old school flex like D Double E and Kano Funky house on the radio, it's that "back in the day" flow, yuh! [Pre-Chorus: Izzy Bizu] Some people get jealous of my style Some people try messin' with my mind But I have always been alone [Chorus: Izzy Bizu and D Double E] This is what it's like to be a freak I [lost out to fate?] 'cause I don't need They hang around for paper, not for me This is what it's like to be a freak Freak, freaky (Oh my God!) [Verse 2: D Double E] Yo, on the old school one, man can't diss me, makin' iceberg history Where I get my swag from, it's a mystery, guess it's a old school ting I might pull out my [?] and my sovereign ring [?] you could come away, my ting Every DJ have to play my ting, if I, if I say one (ooh, ooh) Bo-do-bop, bop, back in the day when Desmond's was on Dem time they had they jamies on, I've always had my head screwed on Yeah, I've always been making wong, look good when I've got a suit on Look, I don't wanna make it a biggie, man grew up on Tupac, grew up on Biggie [Pre-Chorus: Izzy Bizu] Some people get jealous of my style Some people try messin' with my mind But I have always been alone [Chorus: Izzy Bizu and Jords This is what it's like to be a freak I [lost out to fate?] 'cause I don't need They hang around for paper, not for me This is what it's like to be a freak Freak, freaky (Uh) [Verse 3: Jords] Spill some drink for those that have fallen, orange juice for my Captain Morgan Only family can call me Jordan, old school flex and light in the mornin' Gang, skank, ayy, old school flex like boot-cut jeans Done a couple bad things but we got Ps, stay united when I got OT Uh, I got the juice and sauce, sippin' on OJ with my OGs Hot-headed boy but I get cold feet, don't owe nobody, nobody owes me Dip the ends and I lay low, old school flex like D Double E and Kano Funky house on the radio, it's that "back in the day" flow, uh! [Pre-Chorus: Izzy Bizu] Some people get jealous of my style Some people try messin' with my mind But I have always been alone [Chorus: Izzy Bizu and Jords] This is what it's like to be a freak I [lost out to fate?] 'cause I don't need They hang around for paper, not for me This is what it's like to be a freak Freak, freaky (Ooh) [Outro] [?] [?]