BeatBox(Freestyle)

Chicago born and raised
You can get yo head popped (Boom)
Play them games with me
Nigga this ain't Microsoft
Gave his ass ten
Roman numeral on the box
We got Runts all ina wood
I think I'm ready for takeoff
Remember working hard
Had to get it out the mud
Still I'm blessed but ain't mad
Because it made me who I was
Bitch I'm Clutchin on a 30
Ots from all the drugs
Paranoia got me tweaking
Ain't no need to show me love

(Aye) We ain't friends nigga
Ain't no common ground (Nope)
Used to pull up in that Buick
Now I like them German sounds (Skert)
But I ain't thinking bout back den
Because I'm living in the moment
Smoking some potent
Glock fully loaded
Speak on what you know
If you don't know
Then you should keep quite
Most these niggas geechi
Sneak dissing and they dick ride
I Been all around Chicago
But the West is where I reside
Sharks JJ's Uncle Remus
I could never decide
If a nigga do me wrong
He get a piece
From my metal piece
Let me break it down
I sent him far from his family
My momma need her son
So I can't go out a casualty
I was thinking bout some jewelry
But I brought me some property
Everything is different since we came up
From poverty
Even as a shorty
Didn't let none of that bother me
Been rapping on and off
And ain't heard nobody hard as me
They signing niggas deals
I wonder whats with the industry
Put Lp in any weather
I adapt to all terrain
Up all night
But Ima zombie
Close ya legs
I'm craving brain
Book me for a show
You know whatever it ain't a thang
Just know I got it on me
In case a nigga hoppin out his lane
If I'm coming on a stage
I gotta bring a few steppers thru
I ain't no killer but don't push me
And that's all that I'm telling you
I ain't chatting with these niggas because
They really be federal
And Ion gangbang but I'm Ebk
If you really asking dude



Credits
Writer(s): Ladarrenn Paxton
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