"Mista (Freestyle)" lyrics
Defendant
Twelve jurors
They ask question I ain't never hearda
They ask me "How you feeling mister criminal?"
I'm thinkin' "Suck yo mudda"
"Mr ugly fucka"
They don't want me riding free like a Benzema
They think they stoppin' money but di money stronger
Prosecuter uh
Mister suggestor
He calling me a liar
What a cheeky fucker
Turn a 12 second ting
Into documentary
Feel like it's elementary
Feel like walkin out the court room it a temptin'
Though my mommy stressing'
Like I don't catch her blessin'
And I can't lie they want me fly bird
They gave my killies wings but don't want me fly high
They wanna gimmie stretch stress cannot kill king
Style so bling
Clean manna saucy
Even not they business they still tell story
Man this shit boring
Pressure had him sing like Balamory
I find it appalling
I can't ignore it
Beg love where?
Mi na ever force it
Defendant
Twelve jurors
They ask question I ain't never hearda
They ask me "How you feeling mister criminal?"
I'm thinkin' "Suck yo mudda"
"Mr ugly fucka"
They don't want me riding free like a benzima
They think they stoppin' money but di money stronger
Prosecuter uh
Mister suggestor
He calling me a liar
What a cheeky fucker
They lookin at me like an exam
King can't believe they excile him
They wanna do me like a hang man
They try and b they cyant curse on me
Watching my killy die a hundred times frustrating
Meanwhile the room hot it a bakin
Procecutor comin' at me like he Lucifer
They wanna gimme hell but I'm too clean
I just wanna live in peace
But they just want me lock up
I like puff cali
Yea I toke propper
All my life I tried
Hard from the danger
Hard so hard try to dodge hunger
Defendant
Twelve jurors
They ask question I ain't never hearda
They ask me "How you feeling mister criminal?"
I'm thinkin' "Suck yo mudda"
"Mr ugly fucka"
They don't want me riding free like a benzima
They think they stoppin' money but di money stronger
Prosecuter uh
Mister suggestor
He calling me a liar
What a cheeky fucker
Defendant
Twelve jurors
Twelve jurors
They ask question I ain't never hearda
They ask me "How you feeling mister criminal?"
I'm thinkin' "Suck yo mudda"
"Mr ugly fucka"
They don't want me riding free like a Benzema
They think they stoppin' money but di money stronger
Prosecuter uh
Mister suggestor
He calling me a liar
What a cheeky fucker
Turn a 12 second ting
Into documentary
Feel like it's elementary
Feel like walkin out the court room it a temptin'
Though my mommy stressing'
Like I don't catch her blessin'
And I can't lie they want me fly bird
They gave my killies wings but don't want me fly high
They wanna gimmie stretch stress cannot kill king
Style so bling
Clean manna saucy
Even not they business they still tell story
Man this shit boring
Pressure had him sing like Balamory
I find it appalling
I can't ignore it
Beg love where?
Mi na ever force it
Defendant
Twelve jurors
They ask question I ain't never hearda
They ask me "How you feeling mister criminal?"
I'm thinkin' "Suck yo mudda"
"Mr ugly fucka"
They don't want me riding free like a benzima
They think they stoppin' money but di money stronger
Prosecuter uh
Mister suggestor
He calling me a liar
What a cheeky fucker
They lookin at me like an exam
King can't believe they excile him
They wanna do me like a hang man
They try and b they cyant curse on me
Watching my killy die a hundred times frustrating
Meanwhile the room hot it a bakin
Procecutor comin' at me like he Lucifer
They wanna gimme hell but I'm too clean
I just wanna live in peace
But they just want me lock up
I like puff cali
Yea I toke propper
All my life I tried
Hard from the danger
Hard so hard try to dodge hunger
Defendant
Twelve jurors
They ask question I ain't never hearda
They ask me "How you feeling mister criminal?"
I'm thinkin' "Suck yo mudda"
"Mr ugly fucka"
They don't want me riding free like a benzima
They think they stoppin' money but di money stronger
Prosecuter uh
Mister suggestor
He calling me a liar
What a cheeky fucker
Defendant
Twelve jurors
Writer(s): Finn Wigan, Stuart Conran Walter Narinder Doderer, Pa Salieu
