Margs Freestyle - Margs

Yo, my hood’s rough cus, I’m not bragging

Mum’s lose the kids like Dungeons and Dragons

But niggas doing bits for shootings and stabbings

And kids shooting kids with lugers and magnums

I was last g, but you ain’t gonna ask me

Them E8 and E9 youngers, because they’re barmy

Roll through mopeds, looking like an army

Don’t wanna get jerked

Don’t roll through the park please

My hood’s dangerous

Because most man will take shit

You be dodging shots like you was stuck up in the matrix, pussy

And if you try and hide with the main stick

She might hold a shot from the fifth and get wasted

My hood’s crazy

But it made me

And left a life in a

Getting shot in the street like a dog, it’s a maybe

But, shit happens, it’s just part of the game

And it’s art to my game

I mastered the game

Quick fast, spit hard, work hard for my name

What you saying?

I just warmed up

I ain’t started playing

It’s nothing, I do this shit in the dark and the rain

It’s 05 now, I tell you Margs' on the come up

I yack in the winter, yack in the summer

STC, snake to cake, it’s getting gutter

Don’t wanna get crossed, cus

You better me my brother

I’m back out here

Trying to move, because I’m able

I’m tired of being dead, and my yard is a cable

I’m nothing like Fred, I’m bringing something to the table

Blud, I’m out here, putting mash out on the map

And I bang girls and now I’m rapping, I can get more

It’s tatted on my skin, so don’t ask me who I rep for

It’s set for, paper, mac, thread of black

Chicken stuff, I tell it’s a pot

I’m on my PS2, banging out, fit the profile

Say to my self,

I’m holding back no more days of the

So what?

If you’ve got the cash, I’ll do a

War’s not for different ends

War’s not for setting trends

Keep a clash circle, never with no different friends

You niggas can’t see, we’re like a different ends

I’m trying to cop a CLS, I need a different Benz

Once the texts, you know what’s next

The shells burn right through your chest

I got a mash, I’ll make you meet your death

Hollow tip, extra clips, shells burn right through your neck

I’m like Destiny’s Child, make you lose your breath

What?

Who wants next?

I’m out here, if I reaching my mouth

Lick him out on the strip, then I’m back in the house

For more B shots

Why slew?

Because you know I’m licking one of v shots

When I slew, it’s more time I’m working like my VBox

Unlike you, I work my way up from nicking weed shops

But I ain’t changed much, cus

I still yack a weed spot

Woo, fucking hot

Fucking hell

Sick

This as well

I want this on there

I’m fucking the best