LightWork Freestyle - Loski ft. SD (Harlem Spartans)

(Cairo, ehehe)
(Yungkidd got the heat baby)

One phone call and I'm bringin' it out, air that now
Samurai swords, swingin' that around
No one in sight, spin back 'round
Used to cut tru' Fields before I went Town
Got to the point I just went to the house
Bad boy in O, not only in south
I don't care unless he's pronounced

Let me introduce you and tell you about the war
From kitchen and swords, explore
Now when it rains it pours, the thing holds 7 and more
He got 7, his friend got more
I got money but bro got more
Don't start passa, I'm comin' for yours
It's shiesty season, stay indoors

Yo, right now I'm on a case
When I'm done I'll be back on the O
SK, G-Lock rise up, beat off
If you ain't like that get the fuck of the road
They must think we got suttin' in common
Cah' we got the same opps, I don't fuck with Tulse
How my old friend stole my gun and sell it?
Now he gotta beef me and he ain't got smoke
Get the drop, go there, we don't call off
Long nose bait, I'd rather the bulldog
How you say you got a mash for sale?
And you ain't got no sweets? Ay, big man walk off
Lambeth map gets peak in the war, tryna glue man to the floor
7 years deep, been beefin' the 4
Now Rendo tellin' me ain't beef no more

Had his sis in my bed and Bally ninth-night
Yo, I was tryna give her some leg
It's fucked, she come with his face on a top
I laughed when I saw that bonnet on his head
It don't make sense, **** is a opp
If I see him I'ma give him some lead
And that's why we can't trust gyal
So it's DTB like Suspect said

God forgive all the dead man talk
Kenny drops, headtops, blood drops of course
How the fuck niggas drillin', now they leavin' the war?
Days when I was bruck, used to beef with the boar
Woosh, muh, love it on me, got honeys on me
All my batch got blood on their knife
Went to school with Assassin's Creed

Throw 'dem a hat, there's so much cap
Like I weren't dot-dot with a dot-dot
Playin' "I spy" with their gang, tryna see who's 'dat
Who's 'dat? Ain't no one or they woulda got blammed
And I ain't on a gas, that's a unknown man
But if he's certi then I'm bringin' him back

Fifteen if the packs from Field
Get more if the packs from Town
Thirteen with the cats like Harlem
Good in my home, I was bad out the house
Need bells for the long .32, that one there come like drought
Before tag I was always in the trenches
Stab proof on with that iron out

Harlem ain't beefin' Junction
Lemme tell you for the thousandth time
We know who we're after, if you have him then you both can die
I was 18 when I hit Thameside, I didn't lie when I said it was live
He held my shank, I gave him rice
Adjudications, that's legal advice

One phone call and I'm bringin' it out, air that now
Samurai swords, swingin' that around
No one in sight, spin back round
Used to cut tru' Fields before I went Town
Got to the point I just went to the house
Bad boy in O, not only in south
I don't care unless he's pronounced