Freestyle 2

Out of state, out of mind
As soon as I be landing need some weed that I can find
I need to find a beat and put some pressure on these lames
Tombstone will read your name, while these bullets give you fame
I'm so muthafucking certified, walking down the streets with a dirty 9
Asked her can I come inside, but she got dirty mind
Light skin baddie, and she daring me to come and drive
Wanna come to Roma get away from all the city lights
Late nights, me and you, bringing out the freak in you
Listening to Jodeci, a joy to see you being you
Dancing in the moonlight, worrying bout nothing
Sippin 1942, just to keep this party jumping
Girl you fuckin with the truth, battle scars across my heart
I come from nothing, scratching paper plates
And living in the dark
Got no ac in the car, and the rent ain't even far
I was getting so high, I was tryna go to mars
Practice what you preach and you could really see the way
I just wanna eat, and then just eat another tray
Burry me a g, tuck this heat up in my waist
Praying that In heaven I can see my momma face
Don't worry bout it momma imma help us grow
Imma go back with some millions when I head back home
When I was young I hurt ya feelings and you lost your hope
But I get back up on my feet and I show off my growth
I'm back with it, I'm packed with it, I clap with it
Exact with it, I trap with it, I dash with it
I'm raps pivotal, rap feeling, the last with it
I Tax with it, a ass with it, I crash in it
No dummy, but mo money I need that
Tell buddy to tell buddy to speed that
Smooth stepping, a fools weapon, I feed crack
Cool and definite, ain't no way to defeat that

A pool of blood from the politicians, to settle differences
This pain done got me reminiscing, I hope you listening
You traumatizing all the children, but you love this feeling
You don't care about the killings you just want the millions
What you doing for this country that you say you love,
Blocking out the love from these walls you been building up
Putting kids in cages and their faces got a feeling of
Pain, mixed with hate, cuz this bullshit is killing em
Riots in the streets and you fighting back with fire
I ain't coming from the cleaners but I'm riding with the iron
This shit feels premeditated, you got everything to do with it
You got everything to do with it



Credits
Writer(s): Jaime Canales Jr
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