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French the Kid

French the Kid is a British rapper and singer. Born in Harold Hill, his family moved to Australia and France while he was a child. He moved back to the UK in his teens, beginning to release freestyles on Instagram in 2018. more »

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G, I've been talkin' to myself
Tryin' to figure out these remedies
The consequences of my actions tryna get the best of me
Whippin' up a masterpiece to find this recipe
But trappin' honestly, I swear this shit was destiny
Really took some trauma, really took some pain
Yeah, I was really on the border of turnin' insane
Like I would smoke outside my window dreamin' better days
But success has a made a way for you to storm or rain
Make it out, you just need to take me in
Broski tryin' to flake it out
Always prayin' not to sin
People tryna draw me out
Cuzzy I don't feel a thing
Hate it when you make it, guess that's just the world we're in
Smashin' through a window of a stolen Range
That's a couple friends of mine they gettin' paid
Flyin' with a limit, you a paper plane
Bitch, I'm in my bag I'm in a single lane

I just wanna bill it by the ocean (ocean)
Smokin' all my worries 'til the bud fades out
Always tryna ask me 'bout emotion (emotion)
Skip the question that's some shit that I just can't say now (can't say now)
Yeah, I'm still reminiscin' thinkin' how my life turned 'round
Yeah, life's a psychedelic trippin' 'til my dreams slows down

Yo, G, I'm battlin' my slender
My family's eastend are mixed with a blender
I flick you defender 
Don't f*ck with my gang
You're a bluff, you're a trend, uh
Your soft in the middle like a wing when it's tender
My heart was gold linkin' with the wrong gang
Chillin' with the dealers I was devious as a younger man
They call me Peter Pan, I'll take you to that Neverland
Try to help my haters, I just think they need a daily plan
Understand the realness, that I'm tryna preach
I was endin' up in cells now I'm down at the beach
Chillin' with the baddest little woman of my fucking dreams
You can't tell me that I'm gifted like it's make believe
You can't tell me that the devil took my soul
That the Benz or my Rollie really shine but I don't show
'Cause the way that I grew up is implemented in my dome
Mother told me spend my money but to never left it snow

I just wanna bill it by the ocean (ocean)
Smokin' all my worries 'til the bud fades out
Always tryna ask me 'bout emotion (emotion)
Skip the question that's some shit that I just can't say now (can't say now)
Yeah, I'm still reminiscin' thinkin' how my life turned 'round
Yeah, life's a psychedelic trippin' 'til my dreams slows down

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