Bashy - Freestyle 2 lyrics

They call me baller Bash, I'm a dark skinned yute with a dark heart I'm on the grind, mashing P's spitting hard bars Man on road they think I think I'm star, nar I'm in the hood, the same number like wahgwarn? f** saying mind out, manna barge past Them wasteman who wanna try and block are path I'm half Dominican, my other half's Jamaican (????) Ar' what a raasclaat! Them p**yoles who tried it, I'll have the last laugh I'll take away their oxygen, their last gasp Used to spit for free but now I charge ca' I race up the M1, I need them fast cars I need them large yards, look after marge and parge f** a normal job darg, that don't look after far Wanna invest in art, I'll rip this world apart I got these streets locked, I'll soon shoot up the chart Donate to charity? Nar! Donate to Africa but still f**ing girls hard ma Take off your bra, ta Your boyfriend is a batty, his cousin is a dick His best friend is a p**y, he used to stink of piss But I don't watch them ca, I need to feed my belly By using my words, get my face on the tele The worlds on my shoulders, got n***as on my back Refuse to beg on my knees, they're already black I need to use my head, I gotta get them figures But never use my mouth to bait up another n***a My eyes dem are open, I can see the funds But never use my tongue, I ain't licking no ones bum Stick up my middle finger, flick through pinkys with my thumb My wedding fingers clear, index finger shoots the gun Bracka, bracka!