Hit ’Em Up Freestyle BBC Radio (Ft. Blizzard, Deadly R3al, Ghetts, Mic Righteous, Potter Payper, SafOne & Stormzy)

[Verse 1: Potter Paper]
I don't make songs this ain't a sing-a-long
I'm out there till my skrilla's long
Out there till this dinner gone
All my food Michelin
Star I was wishin' on
We was just them little dons
Weed I was smoking
Liquour I was sipping on
Old before my time
Real before my rhyme, I could'a ghost a hundred times
In this little life of mine
My life ain't never been about no once upon a time
G I ain't never had no shit except this flow and now I'm nice
Goals like 5-a-side, and some hoes that ride or die
You best appreciate your freedom
If you know that feeling
Pinch me, am I dreaming?
Back up on that m-way, tryna get it segway
Me and my compradres, getting in comprende?
Potter like the sensei, blowing on some Sensi
Want my money lengthy, brudda only twenty
Who do three for twenty? Free my brother Nek it's been a sec
'Member he was bang in Pembry
When I was telling Kemzi, that I'ma hit the road and get this bread G
Rapping like I'm stress-free, I'ma see how far it gets me
Curtis Warren cocky, Essex boy I'm cockney
Came up in the naughties, man was doing robberies
Then I was OT like Dogsy
Push white, shot B, and I still grab man for box P
Me and my collective, money the objective
I was on that dead strip, I had to resurrect it
But I'm sick of living wretched, tryna do what Wretch did
And I'm tryna do you, 'cause I trust you enough to see my best bits
Emotionally, look, rough around the...
I'm like Ares on Olympus
I'm like Muhammad, gon' find out I'm the greatest
Bitches used to diss me, now these bitches act like ladies
Wish I would have waited, 'cause the one who had my babies ain't got nothin' on my latest
Smokin' and I'm faded, shotgun in that Mercedes
No metaphor
Don't that shotgun in that Merce..
I'm a product of the Krayzies