Freestyle (Intro)
I been down so long it ain't no luck in me
I been down so long it look like up to me
I was born alone I don't need no company
But I still keep a ryder that'll a jump on three
Skaar cooked the beat
So I cooked the heat
Forever day one
Roadrunners up in them streets
Piano man with the key
My foundation elite
Twenty kay last week
Vellz shooting from three
If you shooting for me
You know who we be verified
A long way from i ain't eat in a week
My face good mouthpiece
I know how to speak
What you need see
I got it or get it for cheap
I cook shit like felipe
It cost to be the boss
Price high shit ain't cheap
From a boy to a g
I hada do what it do I'm in the vibe
This a feeestyle you know how we move
We spinning shit like a ceiling fan
Since a younging bitch i been the man
Small start baby steps seven grams
Had to do it hand to hand
Vice versa white or tan
You know how we do it boy I'm on top like
A ceiling fan
You Know the gang bulletproof
And ain't nothing change
Mental flow he disturbed nemo going insane
I swing green johnny cage
Swing fire like liu kane
Show you how to do thangs
She come bacc like boomerang
I could show u how to do things
I didn't even write this shit
I'm bout to light this shit
The streets my marriage nigga i had to wife this shit
Never wife a bitch just pipe the bitch
Hit her one time yeah you know one night the bitch
Raining on these niggas like some lighting shit
Eight o eight he done mixed it on some nicer shit
I been down so long it look like up to me
I was born alone I don't need no company
But I still keep a ryder that'll a jump on three
Skaar cooked the beat
So I cooked the heat
Forever day one
Roadrunners up in them streets
Piano man with the key
My foundation elite
Twenty kay last week
Vellz shooting from three
If you shooting for me
You know who we be verified
A long way from i ain't eat in a week
My face good mouthpiece
I know how to speak
What you need see
I got it or get it for cheap
I cook shit like felipe
It cost to be the boss
Price high shit ain't cheap
From a boy to a g
I hada do what it do I'm in the vibe
This a feeestyle you know how we move
We spinning shit like a ceiling fan
Since a younging bitch i been the man
Small start baby steps seven grams
Had to do it hand to hand
Vice versa white or tan
You know how we do it boy I'm on top like
A ceiling fan
You Know the gang bulletproof
And ain't nothing change
Mental flow he disturbed nemo going insane
I swing green johnny cage
Swing fire like liu kane
Show you how to do thangs
She come bacc like boomerang
I could show u how to do things
I didn't even write this shit
I'm bout to light this shit
The streets my marriage nigga i had to wife this shit
Never wife a bitch just pipe the bitch
Hit her one time yeah you know one night the bitch
Raining on these niggas like some lighting shit
Eight o eight he done mixed it on some nicer shit
Credits
Writer(s): Rashene Thigpen
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