Freezing - Capo Lee, JME, Frisco

Shit pops off every weekend

'Nough man get cheffed and start speaking

Other guys got jail for no reason

The roads ain’t cold, they’re freezing (Woi, woi, woi, woi)

Nothing ain’t changed (Nah), the man dem still beefing (Mad)

Mums and dads still grieving (Sad)

Shit pops off every weekend

'Nough man get cheffed and start speaking

Other guys got jail for no reason

The roads ain’t cold, they’re freezing

Nothing ain’t changed (Nah)

The mandem still billing it

The trap land, still killing it

Still can’t take man for an idiot (Are you mad?)

The life you talk about, the man dem still living it

Drilling it, take out the clip and filling it

Roll 'round the block and skid in it

Bust two shots in your wig, innit?

(Baow)

You better know what side you’re on because there’s no switching

Rule number one, no snitching

Don’t touch no children nor women

Man don’t wanna work 'cause they make more P’s in the kitchen

Trap line’s ringing

Hope they will get out one day, God willing

Stuck in the ras clot system (Free them man)

Man think it’s a joke ting, the roads ain’t cold, they’re freezing

Man dem still cigarette toking, yeah, they’re still twos-ing and threes-ing

Control-S when I’m producing, D-A-W still freezing

Yeah, nothing ain’t changed, nothing ain’t gonna change either

A new badman’s born every six months, man are like, «Oh shit»

Trust me fam, new dogs, old tricks

In the marshes, digging up old sticks

Blood, it’s getting to the point where jail is coming like ras clot Napa '06

Locked up, you can still upload pics

Nothing ain’t changed

Tell them again, rude boy

Nothing ain’t fucking changed (Fucking changed)

Nothing ain’t changed (Nah), the man dem still beefing (Mad)

Mums and dads still grieving (Sad)

Shit pops off every weekend

'Nough man get cheffed and start speaking

Other guys got jail for no reason

The roads ain’t cold, they’re freezing (Woi, woi, woi, woi)

Nothing ain’t changed (Nah), the man dem still beefing (Mad)

Mums and dads still grieving (Sad)

Shit pops off every weekend

'Nough man get cheffed and start speaking

Other guys got jail for no reason

The roads ain’t cold, they’re freezing

We’ve got bits and bobs, plural

I’m out of this world like Pluto

I’ve got a style that’s a bit unusual

You’re in the game but you ain’t got a clue, though

Mummy don’t want you to leave the yard because she knows that you might not

make it back

And when you made it back, you came back with a charge, man dissed you so you

had to make it clap

Cycle

I’m a man that you just can’t stifle

I was on road when I was on radio, spinning MC’s like a ras clot vinyl

I came up 'round Dean and Sammy dem, came up 'round Easy and Eiffel

Got a lot of vibes on my Spotify, you can’t ride on my wave, that’s tidal

I’m a black man fighting for survival

You can’t fool me, I’ve seen this over and over and over and over

Things were bad from before and then I seen the road get colder

I’ve seen man in a circle, jealous, good energy endeavours (Swag)

My success was ruffling feathers, we were the truth best-sellers (Capo)

Now we do meetings, hands on table, nothing ain’t promised, gotta get stable

Could’ve been a single deal or major, still will have shows for an indie label

(Brrt)

Seen bare tings, I ain’t gonna say all, that could’ve been fatal

Come so far from chopping up eight balls, licking off twenty sales in the

rainfall (Capo)

Nothing ain’t changed (Nah), the man dem still beefing (Mad)

Mums and dads still grieving (Sad)

Shit pops off every weekend

'Nough man get cheffed and start speaking

Other guys got jail for no reason

The roads ain’t cold, they’re freezing (Woi, woi, woi, woi)

Nothing ain’t changed (Nah), the man dem still beefing (Mad)

Mums and dads still grieving (Sad)

Shit pops off every weekend

'Nough man get cheffed and start speaking

Other guys got jail for no reason

The roads ain’t cold, they’re freezing