Clean Bandit - Rather Be (Freestyle) lyrics

What they know about street heat? I'm in the manor where the shots go beep beep Skirt skirt on a b**h, then I skeet skeet You was on my timeline begging for a retweet I was living in Peckham, shopping at East Street After church with Nanny before my peak teens RA and YO sold me street dreams Remember when I tried to smoke paper and tea leaves? Nowadays it's all bang bang, Chief Keef f** a dart, f** it up but I'm from east please I will tell a [?] around me like a Boris bike And give you CS gas if you're on a hype Married to the grind - hell ya, I've got a wife Hear my attitude, hell yeah I'm not polite I'm meeting fans that are telling me that I'm such a guy b**hes saying "you should be further" and they wonder why I do too and I ain't gotta lie But I'm living for my brother, he ain't gonna die In a world where I'm black so they're colour blind Only seeing Miley, Justin Bieber and them other guys Still get ga**ed off the summertime Buy a quick ped for a grand and I'm gonna ride Sun's out, I see them hoes skinning up But that ain't loyal, they're everybody's - not one of mine I spit with precision, f** all that other hype k**ing the riddim and getting love alike I'm a challenged like cinnamon if you're gonna try Hope you've got a friend with good advice you could run it by You ain't shooting like them white kids in Columbine When you wearing that mask like it's horror time You're a gangster, it's time to do some gangster sh** Court violated 9, you ain't on a hype Uh, but let me switch it I've been trill, got a holler seed for a visit I never had a one-liner, never had a gimmick but I still got b**hes on my stick, no Quidditch Nobody's fake and everybody's the realest And everybody raps but none of them n***as k** it So I'm in Newham banging movers song ringtone Liquor in my cup tell him S did you bill it? Never can you haters give an F about a critic Singing German Whip but you're cruising in a Civic See the way I go on everything I spit? I live it And I could get naan, I ain't gotta drill the digits OE OEBs you already know that's who my clique is Never snake my n***a for the money and the b**hes I'm in stony jeans, you are Primark fitted Like your stepmother I be going on wicked You could get pitched fam, you don't wanna kick it Thought I couldn't f** your girl till I did it The game's gone washed, I can't really say I'm in it I'm on the outside tryna tell you how I'm living So now I got a OEB chick I put my gas in her bra cos the police be quick but These rappers ain't showing me sh** He hyped on Twitter, took a stroll to his crib Yeah, I'm overly sick And I love [?] like nobody did The ends aren't washed, can't go to E6 plus Plus Stelfs at Priory can't go where he lives I've got drive, I could chauffeur these kids Wanna talk show? Then I open these kids Sit em at a table like they're supposed to be drinks Try and tell em 'bout life, they probably won't believe sh** Cause everybody's so ga**ed, I gotta take a sec Take a right but everybody's tryna take a left The road less traveled is the hardest Easier being like everybody else and throw away respect Active, catch a body, that's the major step Join a gang and put your mother through some major stress Uh, that's how it goes round here but Max got uncountable flows round here, yeah