Yagga Ye Freestyle

South east London I rep
But Afrika dey for my head
Mama on the grind
We chop yam and egg
Penny up the wall
I was like the best
She fuck my boy
Told him I’m the best
Swear you can’t loving these fucking skets
Ah ah
At least she was honest
I want morning sex
And some porridge
Catch a flight
And don’t pack no luggage
With a bad b that can give me some knowledge
Yeah she give brain
She went college
She look decent
She look fin
Talk about wifey
Thats not mine
Got many demons
And I got light
Around my dogs fam don’t talk light
Gt sparked, see the white light
I generator the flow when dem wan take light
Better watch pussy that you eat tonight
You say flavour
Fam thats trauma
Fuck around you go catch glockcoma
Same for the sisters
Better watch the brothers you fucking with
Narcissistic got that demonic dick
And you wondering why you can’t get enough of it
I might do polygamy
Cos I swear every girl feeling me
But my girl say polyamory?
But I want to know who you fucking b?
You know the vibes
She want extra sauce on jollof rice
She had plantain but she want mine
Tilapia damn that girl is fine
Yeah
I got kids that need that money
Thats a lie they need my attention
Better yet some love and affection
On the road, man are doing direction
I been grinding trying to make to sense of
This lane it be feeling like treadmill
I be Doing up bread and cornmeal
I was grinding now it makes g
I’m old Skool like T-block and cherry
Oldskool like deadly alliance
Bunch of youths looking for guidance
Going to school get stopped by trident
Before I had Fanta with no ice
Mama gave me stew with no rice
Three slice bread man a dip twice
On the grave night shift til the day light
On sight
Some youte got caught in Asda
Should have went shoprite
2020 vision in the headlight
Smoke good gotta get my head right
Good weed got put in my spliff
Fela Kuti got put in a spliff
Marcus Garvey got put in a spliff
Thomas Sankara got put in a spliff
Honouring my ancestors
No disrespect
The history they taught us ain’t been correct
What about all the times when we were rich
Now the youtes go counch likes its pilgrimage
The art is the art
The street is the street
And it feel like Sacrilege
Lyrically barring and sparing
Manifesting big whips and foreigns
Good D make her want see me often
This year we gonna tour more than often
Til them ill be in my coffin
Like John Carter of Mars
I just wrote like 300 bars
Im a black hole to the star
Transformational power better know who you are
Swear Im gonna cash out
Like C Blavk and them
She give me some head like its nerophen
Lately Im feeling new again
Its rebirth, this ain’t no c section
Man Im praying forgiveness
How many tings did I have on the hit list
How many goons did the ish to regret ish
So any haters
Atleast they bare witness
Theres money to be making
One day I went to lidl
I went to shoplift in lidl
But now I buy stock in lidl
Now I do drill on lidl
Multi millions on youtube
Rolling dat eyrkah Badu
I chop life now
Mo bgadun
Its a lot right now fam Opor
How much gyal on me
Opor
How much views on the ting
Opor
How much money in the bank
Opor
(okay)
I get too much maggi
For you unseasoned
Motherfuckers
Peppeh