What Do We Do - Frisco

Born with a creative mind, got so many rhymes inside my cranium

The system weren’t designed for us so David Cameron and his gang I ain’t rating

'em

When I came into the underground, I came up as the underdog

I had so much love for my baby-mum, it’s mad now, all that love is gone

19, sitting in my bedroom, writing bars to beats that were made by Wookie

And they say you are what you eat, if that’s the case, you man are nothing but

pussy

Everyone trying to prove how real they are

If it ain’t «Ace Hood Flow» then it’s man talking about how man killed the bar

That’s boring fam, that killed the bar

I’m still here fighting my demons

Satan tryin’a fuck up my plans

But you don’t get to choose the cards you’re dealt out, so I’ve gotta just play

my hand

So I’ve gotta just go for my portion

Little man wants new Jordans

Last week I had a dream me and three chicks had a foursome

And I’ve still got a thing for Jamelia

Beautiful black girl, you skin ain’t gotta be light for me to be feeling ya

Be proud of your pigmentation, you’re amazing

And I’ve still got a thing for chicks that are Asian

Ayesha from EastEnders, oh what a hot ting

I’m just showing my appreciation

So what do we do now?

At fifteen, all I could think about was smoking weed and wanting to move out

Hit seventeen then I moved out

Then I got blessed with my son

And that’s when life got real

And that’s when I signed up for fatherhood

Yeah nigga, signed and sealed (for life)

Bad my chicks on a pre and ting

My son’s mum tried stop me from seeing him

That didn’t work, I know that it burns every time that you see me and him

I’ve got so much respect for my father

Without you man, it would’a been harder

Also my friends grew up with no dad

So it’s love and respect that I show dad

And I big up my real friends that are there to tell me when I’m moving off-key

I don’t discriminate but a girl with totally knocked me, stop me

How are you mad fam?

I see through these niggas like a CAT scan

Something like an American muscle car, truss me the flow’s on Trans-Am (skyy)

And knowledge is power, so I kill MCs in the game with words and I don’t mean

hangman

I’ve got bars and flows that will make everyone try jump on the sky like Gangnam

I’m like «wagwan fam-fam, cool-cool rudeboy, you be the badman»

Real gangstas move in silence, done talk, make way for your highness