Friday - Kenny Allstar, DigDat

Ghosty

On God, I’m just warming

How can they let us go from being one of the hottest in the streets,

to one of the hottest in the game

And it all started from the 8

DigDat

I can hit that block with ten shots

But I think I might make more off deals

Got my raincoat on with this Rambo

In case I ain’t got no sword or shields

Can’t bring her to the yard, she’s catty

And that one had no bra

Fur on my coat’s from Canada

Had me in court so my head looked pickier

Swear I was banking my tech' with Nivea

Sword on my hip, swing it like Jedi, all VV’s, no SI’s

S just done up a G pack

And I know two young boys that’ll work it

Had to put my trap on EE

Back then my Lyca couldn’t get service

Friday, I should’ve went Jummah

I head out my window, doing all nighters

Woke up, I was on the yard doing pull ups in sliders

Me and them lifers

With my big box TV, no controller

I couldn’t even swap that channel

T’ump off your lip with my fist

Now he’s pissed cah he gotta wash it off with a flannel

Free all my friends that I lost in battle

Weren’t no fist fights, Digs' don’t grapple

Swinging my arms in chapel

Hundred bands at eighteen

Never went mainstream, my teacher’s baffled

Hair down, head band, eyebrows, tun' up

Came with her eyelash done up

He tried run in his Forces

Tripped, then we bored him

Tearing up North Face

Kick down doors in the morning

Catch man eating his cornflake

I can hit that block with ten shots

But I think I might make more off deals

Got my raincoat on with this Rambo

In case I ain’t got no sword or shields

In my young days, double tap flickys

Try put them right in fully

When I had two twin blades like Boondocks

Name one Riley or Huey

This pretty little thing so ratchet

Peng one belt and her bag come matching

And she used to act brand new

But wanna fuck now so a lot just changed

See me with a watch and chain

Flush them packs and block that drain

How many times did I hop that train?

In the trap, took naps like Pampers

She ain’t from Catford, qway like Ashford

Clip in my AP, twist this backwards

Mad how we came from Aquas

Hiding my face from cameras

When I should’ve went and prayed at masjid

Can’t bring her to the yard, she’s catty

And that one had no bra

Flavours come from Cali

Fur on my coat’s from Canada

You know I didn’t beat that case

I can’t shout out my barrister

Know that my buj runs black on foil

I’m burning it light and it comes back oil

She was like, «Digs, how you feelin'?»

I might go and put a bag on my boogs

Spray this O pot teethin'

Then test this wap in the woods

And if it runs black, it’s good

Liquorice papers, wraps of buj

Different razors, get that cooked

Do a 3−5-0 like my Yeezy

Done with the scale, just took that pack off

Now I’m at the sink, press down on the hand wash

Tryna rinse all this sand off

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