Indo Freestyle Lyrics

Smoking indica

And now I'm feeling lazy

I just started choking

And my brain is hazy

Some of my friends dead

And some are having babies

No I am not joking

When I say life's crazy

When I spit this slow

I almost fall asleep

When I was a kid

I wanted all the P's

Now I'm getting older

It's not war, it's peace

Smoking up the room

My lungs are bored of me

Did you know I got asthma

Think I'm anaemic, white like Casper

Always got a zoot on the go, like a rasta

Last flow slow, but this flow faster

Round my way, we say faster

Man are faithless, don't know one pastor

Laughing, cos I'm just starting

But when it comes to the flows, I'm a master

Brains moves quicker, this shit just got sicker

Not tryna have petty beef, or bicker

Tell the plug, make sure my one's bigger

Paid in cash, I ain't ever been a ticker

Come through, coat and slipper

Don't wanna be long, the cold is bitter

I used to waste time, scrolling Twitter

Now I'm busy tryna be the coldest spitter

Switch that flow again

Got a few, in jail, I was known for them

Many MC's these days ain't using their

Own flows, they're using phone a friend

Too focused on the road ahead

Four:30, I can't go to bed

Everybody's sleeping early

I'm up late, rocking out like Motorhead

Gotta go hard with the bars

I can get dark, get harsh with the pars

If anyone ever needed money

It got sorted, I go hard for my dargs

Used to be a dick and get barred from the bars

Cool now, but I felt dark in the past

Gotta fix up and then get through it

Cos I know that dark times aren't gonna last

Let me go one better

Grinding for self worth, not cheddar

Writing to make myself feel better

Said, grinding to make myself feel something

Man chat shit but they don't know one thing

Too busy, gassed up, posting, stunting

Too busy, online, bragging and fronting

Til they get carved up like a pumpkin

Til they get carved up like a turkey

Don't know Stormzy but I get merky

All of my bars are real, that's certi

Free all my bro's still doing their birdie

Called Junior, soon as I wrote Verse three

Check out the beat that a man just served me

This one's going on this EP

Cos I got a few more like these that are worthy

Let me slow it down again and catch my breath

I just hope that all my friends see mad success

I was reckless in my life, I made a mess

I seen it first hand, I ain't afraid of death

One more 16, then I'll spark it up

My pen game ain't hard to trust

I went through a mad depression

Now half of my clothes ain't large enough

Yeah bro, know my flows marvellous

Me, I, and myself, come bar with us

All out attack

I could never play five at the back, or park the bus

Nah, cos I'm way too brave for that

Write bare bars down in a paperback

Before my bro passed away

He said do music, cos you're made for that

Back then, didn't know what to make of that

Is money everything? Here's what I make of that

My ex girl could have 10 million quid

I still wouldn't take her back

Zedz

Yeah

The Hookless EP

Shoutout all the producers man

I'll be back soon