Freestyle

I'm just a nigga turning nothing to something
I never had anything except my dream
When I say I got better know I bought it
Work before a cashout ain't no time for handouts
3 P Backed Me, International broh
Throw Back when I didn't have nothing at all
Headphones was microphone
As long as we record
Back then It was the deal, and niggas kept it real
Hoping it would pay the bills with internet beats
Thank God now I make my own
I kept 100 and more than niggas in my hood
Coz I told myself I should And I knew that I could
I pulled a lot of strings before they noticed that I'm good
Two 0 One Five I had to represent myself to a thousand thou
It turned out to be hundred before a thousand
Whoow! God's Plan
I guess it wasn't my time
In the mean time I gained skills
I represented, meet a lot fakes
A lot of hoes
The real ones and fake ones
Dream sellers, and real scammers
Real fans, and jealous ones
Those who wish me well and those who don't
New connections, I got the plug
But now getting known is hard
Like finding a virgin
That's why I'm always in the kitchen
Serving whatever I'm cooking
It's never sesame
My own enemy is me
It's Always Melly when I think of the mic
Murder on my mind... Murder on my mind



Credits
Writer(s): Elias Nare
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