Mad About Bars - S5-E8

Lyrics

[Intro: Kenny Allstar] You see this one here, it's different (Jango on this one) We're about to introduce you to A rapper, who in my opinion is gonna be the one of the most exciting to come through this year Coming out of Essex he's too different with it Flows, bars (Look) It's French the Kid Part I [Verse 1] Chief on the street I'm so real Fuck with gorillas, I been in that field Done it to kill Don't know the feeling The enemy's bleeding, it gets so misleading Like taking a pill, making a deal Fiends on the left and the right on me still Shootin' for veins might get a feels Might get a chills Next day alive, but they might've been killed In the trap, my own brother's friends got me moving the crack I was so young, I could never look back Bro, it ain't worth it, I'll do it for racks, I'll do it to stack Bands, my own brother got lost to the cause I remember one night he tried hanging himself Then he overdosed up-on the floor, shit [Chorus] Tu connais ma gueule Tu connais l'équipe, tu connais ma team Tu connais mon visage On vient des favelas, impressionné par belle est la vie comme un mirage Moi et mes frères la belle vie on l'envisage, yeah Moi et mes frères la concu' on envisage [Verse 2] Prick put his hands on my aunty Jumped in a van and got him kidnapped Slim clip on my Angie, weren't the first time of holding that wap Had to drive all the way to Suffolk No black puffers but man still got wrapped Son tryna 'fend his dad like, big-man, I'll make your battery go flat Johnny said he don't really care bout talk, nah he don't really care 'bout chat Hold the cunt down, raise up his legs, ching chow, cut it right back Got blood all over my vest, all over my shoes, all over my shit Cut out quick cah we took that risk, four toes in his foot The prick just got hit Got back home, opened the door, my girl was like "Wow" So much blood on my hands and trainers She must have cried and thought, "Baby, how?" She said, "What did you do?" "How did you do it?" "What have you done?" Any man that touch my family, wap or Stanley, man'll get bun I got shanked with a shh But I stood up and fought to the death I don't really know where that bitch boy went But I heard he got shh and then left Mess, put down your shank, let's test Heart of a lion, bro you'll get pressed Merchant Brentwood Bouncers are shook Two transit vans they nearly got shh How can I trap anymore If my bro's on the floor overdosin' them pills How can I trap anymore If my blood brother's homeless, pain is so real I was known in France for dishing out waps and dishing out things Jed's friends had the trap-line booming, wap-line moving Wrapped up in cling Ring, ring had the ringtone dancing, catsdem glancing Shit made 'em sing White boy with a middle parting, tracksuit, laughing, needed a trim Look, tracksuit, laughing, needed a trim White boy with a middle parting, tracksuit I do not care about hoes I care about O's I'm making money, making loads I run through that shit with my bros I've got many flows I'm painting pictures, Picasso French on the beat, I'm so cold I think you just froze Tell these bitches I'mma blow I do not care about those Don't care about them So take a picture while you pose Hablo español con Pablo y dije que Cause all of my tunes they go high like cocaine Hot in Ibiza, I'm smoking that reefer I'm getting my money, I love Mary-Jane I'm running to money, I'm running to fame Only thing up in my mind is the game I do not care about dance with the Devil The devil cannot dance with me in the rain Shit [Chorus] Tu connais ma gueule Tu connais l'équipe, tu connais ma team Tu connais mon visage On vient des favelas, impressionné par belle est la vie comme un mirage Moi et mes frères la belle vie on l'envisage, yeah Moi et mes frères la concu' on envisage (Tu connais ma gueule) (Tu connais l'équipe, tu connais ma team) (Tu connais mon visage) (On vient des favelas, impressionné par belle est la vie comme un mirage) (Jungle on this one) (Moi et mes frères la belle vie on l'envisage) (Moi et mes frères la belle vie on l'envisage) [Outro: Kenny Allstar] It's French the Kid Aight, let's switch it up Part II [Intro: Kenny Allstar] The Voice of the Streets You see, in recent times, some of the sickest storytelling rappers in the UK came out of Essex So I think it's about that time, we add my guy French to the list Let's get deeper on it [Verse] Look I weren't born in that trap, but I spent days in that shit Like me and Lloyd got no pay for that shit But all the olders got to pay for some bitch While I'm bunking off school, wasting days for a tick Like mumzy gave me everything And that's the truth But it's a shame that I never told her the truth I just didn't want to tell her that I'm turning into dad, shit Guess I got lucky that I didn't hit the pad And All these voices in my head, I cannot understand I wanna be on another planet, another land Where I can start it all over and be a better man Shit, I think I'm dreaming again, I need another plan Like bitches, yeah they come, bitches yeah they go G, I got money in my head, money in my dome While I was running from the fed, running from the po' Never needed nobodies help, I done this on my own Shit Got to be honest I'm dealing with some stress Like 'Cause I got family round me, but I just feel a mess Shit I think I need medication to give my life a test And give my soul elevation towards a brighter best Now I'm fucking dreaming again I can see blue skies and I'm breathing again Shit Missed calls let me reason with them Fuck it, imma call French I wanna leave this again Like That story is of a fiend, they get lost in that crack smoke Lost in that dream Came back next day looking for the P Then get loopy like psycho until their body leaves Like Real like that That's why I never took a pill like that 'Cause I seen bruddas getting killed like that My own brother nearly killed like that Shit It's real like that That's why I never took a pill like that 'Cause I seen bruddas getting killed like that My own brother nearly killed like that French