"Fresh Home Freestyle" lyrics

Tell him, "Drop the pin and drop the lo", if he wants smoke tonight
We got loads of pipes, like a punter that's been smoking white
Win or lose, I'm still taking risks like when you're rolling dice
Breaking Bad like Walter White, electric or a motorbike
And they're not gangster, only gangster on the social site
Free my brother F, he got a rep because he stole your life
Still on sight, he just slashed a rat and said, "It's only right"
Say it every time, free my brothers, we had lonely nights
Was just with you on the wing, you was a ming, you didn't own a spike
Begging me for spliffs, little nit, you were smoking spice
I can't rap about them packs but we were smoking nice
What d'you know 'bout waiting at the window for the drone to strike?
I don't fuck with rappers, no gimmicks, I'm like Obie Trice
Don't be tryna drop a diss, this ain't an open mic
Jammie Dodger, probably woulda robbed you then, then sold your bike
Cheeky cunt, I'll go and rob it back, and then I've sold it twice
You can blame the streets, the way I'm raised, we had no advice
All we're ever taught is never talk, you should know your rights
Mask on, I be flipping shit like I'm a poltergeist
Had to hit the road and start a phone to get the clothes I like
Rats are pissed off 'cause I'm not dead and they smoked me twice
He's already dead, I didn't do it, so they know the price
Like when you jump out with your mask, bro, you better blast
Terror rats, if he tries to run, better get him fast
Told my mum, only kept the gun because they tried to kill your son