Freestyle

[Intro - Spoken]

Yeah, ha!
What's really good fam?
You know who it is man, it's Bashy!
Fuck it man, I've been away for a hot minute it's nothing!
See what I'm saying man
I come back you get me, certain niggas sitting in my throne
Listen, look

[Verse 1]

I tell the mandem to be easy (Do something!)
Look it's Bashy from Nort' Weezy (Shut up!)
I tell the mandem to be easy (Do something!)
Look it's Bashy from Nort' Weezy (Yo I'm back!)
Oiii, nahhh
Might catch me outside A.P's, with my windows down tumping some little Eazy
Back in the day, I had mild asthma couldn't breathe properly my chest got a little weezy
Was a little naughty, Pops used to have to beat me but that's old school like General Levy
(Ah) Incred (ah) incred (ah) Incredible General, like (??) sensational!
Yo, I used to get down with the tunes there believe me
In Milkshake disco in 93-B
Them days I bopped road easy, a Super Nintendo game would please me
Like Down, R, Up, L, Y, B, I smiled for days when I learned that cheat
But everything changed when I turned by teens, like fuck it
Look man I need to earn my P's
Back in this day, in this manor of mine
Dark skin boys were air, light skin boys had the shine
But that shits played out, whether you got light skin or light eyes
It's if you got cake now, are you paid now?
Have you got the swagger fam? Are you a dagger man? What's going on?
When I go shopping.. I buy bare garms, bare box, it feels like I bought West End
It's Bashy, I'm straight out of North West 10

You know what time it is man
Let's go from the top man
Yeah, let's start again fuck it
It's Bashy, oii nahh

[Verse 2]

When I go shopping.. I buy bare garms, bare box, it feels like I bought West End
It's Bashy, I'm straight out of North West 10
We can all afford straps so, fuck your skeng
I roll with niggas who will shoot you in your face
So if you wanna scrap, box you up and bust your head
Look, I'm welcome every where I go
If I ain't welcome in your zones, then fuck your ends blood
When it comes to doe, niggas need to know what time it is
You can't even trust your friends
And for them skets, who wanna get fresh its.. in your face
Have some phlegm bitch
On a late night, catch me in Bagel Bite
Or up in Harlseden copping chicken off the Colonel
Round here beef never stays verbal
Thinking of clashing me? Like, err don't!
You know what happens when I go into merk mode
Fuck getting burnt fast, pussy you'll get burnt slow
I do this for all my t'ugs who wanna earn dough
From South Kilburn to Green down to Church Road
From Harlseden to Stonebridge to Saint Raf
I've sold thousands of mix tapes, try and test that
From Moes Ark, from Grove to Drayton
Everyone's getting paid and saying fuck the pagans, yeah!

[Spoken]
Bracka, bracka
Shout out everyone getting paid man
I know their heads tryna do this music ting as a business
Not for some fame ting

[Verse 3]

I ain't got a vid on Channel U and you know what?
Look, I don't give a fuck either
I do this for the heads who rave it up in Garage Fever
Bought my last mix tape and loved my ether
For the t'ugs from Tottenham to Hurnt Hill
Who are here to earn mills and rave in Turnmills
Look and all them sexy girls, girls, girls
Who go girls, girls, girls and do boys, boys, boys
From the t'ugsdem who's got cheddar
Rave to Wigman, Heartless and Hotsteppa
Certain guys wanna screw Bash, I be like whatever
I'm 50 man up pussy that is not clever
Catch me in Silverspoons with some of London's realest goons
I beg you try and make a move, you buffoon you're holding beating
They might even beat it and you will see the light
And I ain't talking 'bout a bulb hanging from your ceiling