Juliano Huertas - NFTR Freestyle lyrics

One life, live it well We don't live and tell I'd rather pack my bags up and live in cells If you rolling with a b**h, you a b**h as well If you rolling with a snitch, you a snitch as well No slipping, even I know that I've seen some brothers with their eyes rolled back I hope they're resting in the sky though, akh With some iPhone app To upload a ‘once-I-was-alive' throwback Yo, my brother D lost his sight But he's getting on with life He's the flipping truth Most man are b**hes, and they're b**hing about a missing tooth And if you're talking about humans with some lion hearts, both the [?] are living proofs We smoke ganja, but we sold plenty My brothers popping crazy wheelies off the ‘No Entry' Because we unruly, your gun jamming cause your gun stally About ‘nap me, you'll never see the ransom Just a couple of angry brothers letting off some hand tings Some big dotty shells, or some shells out the magnum It's real like that, I'm spitting gully cause I feel like that About pill me, get peaked right back Cause yo, in the hood sh**'s crazy man remain the same The feds are pissed when I'm changing lanes You little living b**h, living snitch If you ever told, you better dig a ditch I can flip a pack or I can flip a script I got snaked by my brother so now I'm in the hood, strapped, with a pocket of weed Them man are like some cats, I had ‘em up in a tree About you roll with a vest, I put a hole in your leg When the feds come, I'm turning into Bolt in the flesh It's like, Nike trainers on with my Nike coat I'll spin a new rapper with my 90s flow If you don't need the mash, let your akh use it This is rap music, none of that dab music I've never sent off an essay I love my team, and I defend ‘em like Pepe Smoke a likkle weed, and then bang a likkle reggae I was cutting through the fields, I hope they free my brother MA I'd rather hit the masjid, not a rave f** a poking, I'd rather dash some acid in your face It's getting peak out here, it's getting deep out here I treat my brother's beef like it was my beef out here Look, I'm on a bike, the plates ain't known to DVLA Hella cases, always sit and pray I see NFA I hit the roads in Year 11, with the black D and A They hit my brother with a 7, cause of my DNA Fast money's good, cause a pension is far f** the judge who sentenced my darg Blud, you said you won't snitch But the feds had you talking in the station for an hour like at NFTR You little p**y…