Bashy - Freestyle lyrics

[Intro - Spoken] Yeah, ha! What's really good fam? You know who it is man, it's Bashy! f** it man, I've been away for a hot minute it's nothing! See what I'm saying man I come back you get me, certain n***as sitting in my throne Listen, look [Verse 1] I tell the mandem to be easy (Do something!) Look it's Bashy from Nort' Weezy (Shut up!) I tell the mandem to be easy (Do something!) Look it's Bashy from Nort' Weezy (Yo I'm back!) Oiii, nahhh Might catch me outside A.P's, with my windows down tumping some little Eazy Back in the day, I had mild asthma couldn't breathe properly my chest got a little weezy Was a little naughty, Pops used to have to beat me but that's old school like General Levy (Ah) Incred (ah) incred (ah) Incredible General, like (??) sensational! Yo, I used to get down with the tunes there believe me In Milkshake disco in 93-B Them days I bopped road easy, a Super Nintendo game would please me Like Down, R, Up, L, Y, B, I smiled for days when I learned that cheat But everything changed when I turned by teens, like f** it Look man I need to earn my P's Back in this day, in this manor of mine Dark skin boys were air, light skin boys had the shine But that sh**s played out, whether you got light skin or light eyes It's if you got cake now, are you paid now? Have you got the swagger fam? Are you a dagger man? What's going on? When I go shopping.. I buy bare garms, bare box, it feels like I bought West End It's Bashy, I'm straight out of North West 10 You know what time it is man Let's go from the top man Yeah, let's start again f** it It's Bashy, oii nahh [Verse 2] When I go shopping.. I buy bare garms, bare box, it feels like I bought West End It's Bashy, I'm straight out of North West 10 We can all afford straps so, f** your skeng I roll with n***as who will shoot you in your face So if you wanna scrap, box you up and bust your head Look, I'm welcome every where I go If I ain't welcome in your zones, then f** your ends blood When it comes to doe, n***as need to know what time it is You can't even trust your friends And for them skets, who wanna get fresh its.. in your face Have some phlegm b**h On a late night, catch me in Bagel Bite Or up in Harlseden copping chicken off the Colonel Round here beef never stays verbal Thinking of clashing me? Like, err don't! You know what happens when I go into merk mode f** getting burnt fast, p**y you'll get burnt slow I do this for all my t'ugs who wanna earn dough From South Kilburn to Green down to Church Road From Harlseden to Stonebridge to Saint Raf I've sold thousands of mix tapes, try and test that From Moes Ark, from Grove to Drayton Everyone's getting paid and saying f** the pagans, yeah! [Spoken] Bracka, bracka Shout out everyone getting paid man I know their heads tryna do this music ting as a business Not for some fame ting [Verse 3] I ain't got a vid on Channel U and you know what? Look, I don't give a f** either I do this for the heads who rave it up in Garage Fever Bought my last mix tape and loved my ether For the t'ugs from Tottenham to Hurnt Hill Who are here to earn mills and rave in Turnmills Look and all them s**y girls, girls, girls Who go girls, girls, girls and do boys, boys, boys From the t'ugsdem who's got cheddar Rave to Wigman, Heartless and Hotsteppa Certain guys wanna screw Bash, I be like whatever I'm 50 man up p**y that is not clever Catch me in Silverspoons with some of London's realest goons I beg you try and make a move, you buffoon you're holding beating They might even beat it and you will see the light And I ain't talking 'bout a bulb hanging from your ceiling