DL15 Freestyle, Pt. 1 Lyrics

Now it's Twenty Four Seven the life on the street

But I was brought up in a nice home with a nice family

Always had a full tummy and a person to see

With a heated up home and a PlayStation 3

Couple games on the fucker and some friends outside

Some to this day we still ride or die

Still can't remember the day where I side tracked madly

Nice little kid turned into a fuckin chavy

Some lad, thinking he's bad

Tenner bit in someone's pocket and ten quid in my hand

Pass it back then light up I'm chilling with my man

My broski who knows me I've always got a new plan

Paper chasing I'm chasing money no matter what it's off

Still attending school, living at home but I didn't stop

Started getting letters home warnings off the school I better pack it in

Or I'll be some little no hoper so I better buckle up

But still, even warnings didn't help, well

I guess I'll have to go think of something else

I knew a couple mates already in the buy and sell

So the only thing I had to do was how to mask the smell

But I was still young daft stupid I wasn't street wise

So if I had beef I'd probably get battered even deep fried

Had to figure out I had to go and learn the hard way

Piss some person off he'll get his group without no parley

I was sorting smoke I was fuckin with no Charley

A lot more money but a lot more gnarly

But boom here we go first bit of chew it's getting rowdy

Left his jaw swinging like he's popped a David Bowee

Started picking up and learning more about the life

Deeper and deeper I got it was like morning up to night

After some rags I was game as fuck to fight

But some cases there was youths packed up with bright knives

I was foiled up with with bud and a KOSH

So I would probably go white if I saw them bright lights

The muskers they might stop and search I'd take chase

Hide my face I'm class to race any day, wait