Counting Down (Freestyle)

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G.R.E.G

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Yeah yeah
No breather
No breather needed
Still getting me wrong though
These mandem are getting me wrong
Think I'm this I'm that
I'm none of the above
Gimme more Cheech more Chong
Lemme get back to my bong
This ain't no rap for a little sing along
Or a track for me to drop a single on
What are you thinking don
Do you think that it's on
Cause the level that I'm on will leave your wigtop spun
Yeah man I know
It's true what they say
Know my enemies better than my mates
Alone
It's better for my brain
My home
Not had one since day
Think you're free
When you're locked in a cage
Money
Worth being a rat in the race
Wake up
Here's a slap to the face
Cause I bake up and bun up a track at some pace
Don't go acting jealous
I come in peace
No piece
So leave out the weapon
Bring heat with the pace I'm setting
Bars are the fuel to the fire to my page
So I burn down my page in a second
No education
But I'm still teaching lesson
The levels I'm setting's impressive
Let me keep on shelling
Yo
G sells sea shells by the sea shore
True Fam I used to sell more
Used to be bagging up raw
Used to be mad
Swinging at man and cracking up jaws
Bunning on crack was a sport up in Majorca
Only truth when I speak and talk
Had to quit hitting all them bits on tour
Man was heading straight to the morgue
Straight to an early deathbed
Listen to what G.R.E.G says
The way certain mandem are living their lives these days
Don't really make no sense
I'm out here tryna make some bread
So I can survive and pay my rent
Used to be vexed
I was getting too stressed
Now I'll keep on giving till there's no Greg left
Man I already said
Lifes getting put into bars the words n the text
I'm done with the cooking
And running from something
That's blatantly nothing
The works been put in
I leave man flummoxed and sick to the stomach
Talk is cheap
I only say I done it if I actually done it
Gimme a J let me bun it
Or down to the set that I'm shutting
Had both my knees done
Half of my life feels like a re run
Rolling deep since I heard Heat Up
On Heartache Avenue getting beat up
Still surrounded by clowns
I'm trapped in the circus for now
Trust me
Ive done my rounds
My routes planned out
I'm bringing levels that know no bounds
Looked at the scene
Browsed round
Wow
It's my time to talk now
Got so bored
Put your bores down
I'm bored of ya bores and all ya flawed sounds
The stacks of cash
The girls
The waps
The whips
The tits
Legitimately shhhhh
Tell me what your mum thought
Thought so fam you're clearly done for
Yeah man it's nice to have cash
But I'd rather be strapped and do it with finesse and class
Than sell my soul or my ass like you man
Fam are you Mad
You just look trapped
When I spray I see man scatter
I listen to real talk like Bad Badda
I'm steering clear of the snakes and the ladders
The games got me mad like a hatter
Names not Alice
I'm putting in practice
No champagne in the Christmas basket
Won't pop a bottle till my fam has landed
And I filled up everyone's chalice
G.R.E.G don't want no palace
Or some sketty ho on his phallus
Trust
Negative energy just gets straight up banished

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