Uptown Lyrics – French The Kid
Singer: French The Kid
Title: Uptown
Look, yo
My name’s french and i can take you to that neverland
Baby you might never land
Maybe that’s the reason my brother’s friends made me peddle grams
I’d never ever rep a gang but all my brothers repping gangs
I’m so anti and my music comes so devil man
I call these girls i’ll f#ck again
Blue lights in the dark again
Only family, f#ck a friend
My brother, we the f#cking man
I’m a wired lifer i’ve got brothers i’d die for
They say “french you need to rap more”
Imma do that sh#t like times four
I roll it twice
Try me then you’re rolling dice
I got this baddie all up on me guess i’m holding prize
Drop the moves on a couple crops i need that money heist
I guess we live it how we get it bro my music flies
And i’ve got issues in my head tryna make it work
But people are the problem for me g i swear they make it worse
Could be snake and could be snitchin’ bro this really hurts
Maybe even hiding from their truth i swear this shit’s a curse
I’m f#cking blessed
Diamond out of rubble dirt
I’m making money off this rap sh#t like i’m lil durk
Then making money off some cap sh#t bro that’s every word
I’m getting lost up in some madness from the day of birth
I’m f#cking blessed
Diamond out of rubble dirt
I’m making money off this rap sh#t like i’m lil durk
Then making money off some cap sh#t bro that’s every word
Look
These little p#ssies caught me lacking with their flip knives now
Walk my dog and my shank
So come and try me little dick, i turn this kid into a man
And i ain’t ran from no beef
I’ve got swingers and shanks
If you beef i’ve got an army not your regular gang
We’re not your regular man
I’ve got travelers to road boys
It’s only real ones
Done their faces up in broke toys
When i was trappin’ never rappin’ for that dough, boy
When i was trappin’ never rappin’ for that dough, boy
This is real sh#t
I just want a baddie with some real t#ts
I kept it clean but i can switch it back like-
Have you even held a real clip?
Brother can you feel this?
Have you even held a real clip?
Brother can you feel this?
I was raised by the travelers
Came from the barriers
Essex is where my heart freed up-
Still the carrier
I was trappin’ at a youngen for that bust-down
Though i be linking her in chelsea for that uptown
Baby tryna f#ck but she can’t get it tryna cut now
I grab a ‘chete for that crop i’m tryna cut down
I’m getting jammed up in this barrel tryna buss rounds
f#ck it, i’m sailing to that paper like i can’t drown
And still i’m real to the code
I done bang hard, trap yards with all my bros
But now i spit bars, rap hard straight to the dome
Now i spit bars, rap hard straight to the-
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