Uptown Lyrics by French The Kid
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 in my music, I’m so devil, man
Like all these girls, on fuck again
Blue lights, then I duck again
Only family, fuck a friend
My brother, we the fucking men
I’m a wired lifer, I’ve got brothers I’d die for
They say, “French, you need to write more”
I’ma do that shit 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 price
Job done, 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 snakin’, could be snitchin’, bro, this really hurts
Maybe even hiding from their truth, I swear this shit’s a curse
I’m fucking blessed
Diamond out of rubble dirt
I’m making money off this rap shit like I’m Lil Durk
They’re making money off some cap shit, bro, that’s every word
I’m getting lost up in some madness from the day of birth
I’m fucking blessed
Diamond out of rubble dirt
I’m making money off this rap shit like I’m Lil Durk
They’re making money off some cap shit, bro, that’s every word
Loo, these little pussies caught me lackin’ with their flick knives
Now walk my dog with my shank
So come and try me, little dickhead, turn this kid into a man
And I ain’t ran from no beef, I’ve got swingers with shanks
If you beef, I’ve got an army, not your regular gang
We’re not your regular man
I’ve got travelers turned road boys
Only real ones
Runnin’ 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 shit
I just want a baddie with some real tits
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 with the travelers
Came from the barriers
Essex is where my heart free up, still the carrier
I was trappin’ at a youngen for that bussdown
Though I be linking her in Chelsea for that uptown
Baby tryna fuck, but she can’t get it, tryna cut now
I grab a ‘chete for that crop, I’m tryna cut it down
I’m getting jammed up in this barrel tryna buss rounds
Fuck 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
(808)