Juicy (Freestyle)

91 baby with a soul from the 80s
Yeah I had it ruff but that struggle Shit
Made me
Thanksgiving dinner granny whipping up gravy
Prolly only time we got to eat like crazy

It was oodle noodles on the everyday basis
Friends up the road how I Loved to trade places
Hand me down clothes had a nigga looking
Crazy

Waiting for that day when a nigga
Got Wavy

Ugly lil nigga yet a funny lil nigga
But everything changed when that money came nigga

I remember fist fights
When them jokes got real
Don't say nothing bout my daddy
Cuz my daddy got killed

Use to have fun we out hooping in the rain
Lil dirty Niggas yeah we was so strange
Use to be a bum last one to get pick
Playing wit them guns we was up in Reese Shit

Past the curfew shit there go patty wagon
Wild lil Niggas we was running thru the bricks
Momma ain't play better make it back home
She waiting by the door boy ya get ya ass whipped

Back yard flipping on dat dirty mattress
Now we spending paper like we never had Shit

Daddy was a hustler
Mom's had to grieve him
Got a bby girl on the way
Cant wait to meet her

Shit. Baby girl goin make me get another heater
Do anything to protect my Lor diva
Riding thru the city
Still looking for a way out

Still in the rap game I'm a let it play out
Everything a gamble
You know 7 on the way out

Hope I aint never ever gotta bring the k out
Cuz it's goin be a massacre
I'm just trying my boy
To put the ball in the basket bruh

Tryna teach him bout the pain and the laughter bruh
And every moment I get wit him I'm a capture bruh

They say life too short
Naw
Maybe yours

I been living since I jumped
Off the porch and that's for sure

Loved ones I done loss on the way
It'll be more
But I'm a do me til I'm standing at heavens doors

And pray that God have mercy on me
Yeah
I know he working on me
Yeah
I won't fail I won't fold nigga
Been thru hell
Its so cold nigga