Young Freestyle pt. 2

Tired lil nigga from the dirt
Didn't have a job but he always had some work
Said he down to ride
Fall in line or get it first
Send a shoutout to my past
Ima put that on a shirt
The Race is on, embrace the gawd
And If it take too long
To Erase my flaws
Take that shit with a grain of salt
Play the part
Showstopper
Wait for the place to start
Or we could meet at the finish line if you take too long
Nia long dreaming
Scheming along for the wrong greetings
Skeetin off creeping under the arm like secret
Peaking over corners
Hoping the coroner takin off for the weekend
And momma hoping that we ain't drinking too much this evening
You ain't loved how you think no more
And you don't get them same calls to make them links no more
Cups filled but it don't get the same drinks nomore
Gotta get back, can't tell em how to think no more
All them niggas clocking
How you think you'd be the man in Gotham
When all these niggas Robin
How you want me to leave em alone
You know he Stockton
I'm on point see that be the problem
They'll never have you if they think you got em

Look
You'd never ask a blind man if you can see em
Word to Romey Rome I've seen more titans than coliseums
I put on for my team they try to G em
I got the juice
When you move like a pawn the bishops scheming
That's how I played through it
I made music
I got a dub for every dub I took
I'm Time Cruisin
My mind moving, brown and green together a loud fusion
I studied every penny earned I'm like a proud student
How'd he do it, long as the crowd move
I gain respect
Long as I earned my stripes, nigga I gain a check
Name buzzing yeah my nigga I ain't made it yet
All these L's for the green
I'm like ya favorite jet
Conversations with the critics, yeah, like let's make a bet
I make my shot you gotta jump
Okay let's make it stretch
We don't argue wit niggas with shit to lose
Just to prove worth
When niggas walkin round on some school shirts



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Writer(s): Jeremy Solano
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