Dummy Freestyle
I'm still the same boy
Who grew up in the hills
The same boy who been Chasing the mil
Brown boy but my uncle was Phil
And my cousin was Will
Working on a dream
Until I picked a mic up
For real
You better ask somebody
Better do your homework
Before you speak about me
I'm the type to get rowdy
I'm the type to break her heart And say she better without me
I still got tunnel vision
The new mission
The same mission
I'm only twenty-one and
I'm still kicking
Focused on my craft and
They still listen
The opposition shoot and they Still missing
Got rid of the snakes
But I still hear them
Hissing
Ha
Rocking pro clubs and 501s
Still smoking weed
Out of the bong
To elevate my lungs
Still repping Daygo
That's my city
That's just where I'm from
But all that banging
In the street
That shit is kind of dumb
You probably think shooting Two two threes
Is really fun
You probably sound like your Grandpa
He got one lung
You niggas act like a bitch
You swallowing my cum
Riding this dick and
Yes I'm pretty hung
Nigga
Came from da bottom
We on now
I got money to flex
Got a cash cow
I moved outta the hood
Ain't no trap now
Next move
To make sure my niggas gon
Stay out the dog pound
Tell me
What is it you want now?
I got niggas hoping that ill fall down
I got niggas speaking on my death
Counting down my days
Like a countdown
But I'm never stressing
But I'm never stressing
Homie I came from the hood Where I learned almost
Every lesson
Tuck a Smith and Wesson
Everyday that I wake up
I'm always Counting blessings
The moment we on him
He get to confessing
These niggas don't want it
We came from corrections
Ha
Your pussy boy
Folded he wanted a mention
No rats in my section
This drako gon stretch em
Fuck with them killas
But I'm the only one who Handles my business
I'm the only one
Who making them millions
And I'm the only one who Raising the ceiling
These nikes stay dirty so
Fuck your opinion
But Look how we living
Came a long way from
Eating just chicken
I sauté all these lyrics I'm given
Cooking it up in the kitchen
Oooo we what a feeling
The money keep calling
Already got one
Foot in the coffin
So I'm going all in no stallin
Go do a show in one night
And we ballin
Use to ride on bikes
Now we taking flight
Get a new whip
We be outta sight
This one right here
For the cold nights!
Momma made sure
We was eating right
Still
Can't explain how we feel
Amazing
Lost some niggas in the ville
And It's crazy
Make me wanna pop a pill
Like Danky
I Don't go back to the hood
They shady
All of that bullshit it ain't me
I got people who need me
My son and my baby
Who grew up in the hills
The same boy who been Chasing the mil
Brown boy but my uncle was Phil
And my cousin was Will
Working on a dream
Until I picked a mic up
For real
You better ask somebody
Better do your homework
Before you speak about me
I'm the type to get rowdy
I'm the type to break her heart And say she better without me
I still got tunnel vision
The new mission
The same mission
I'm only twenty-one and
I'm still kicking
Focused on my craft and
They still listen
The opposition shoot and they Still missing
Got rid of the snakes
But I still hear them
Hissing
Ha
Rocking pro clubs and 501s
Still smoking weed
Out of the bong
To elevate my lungs
Still repping Daygo
That's my city
That's just where I'm from
But all that banging
In the street
That shit is kind of dumb
You probably think shooting Two two threes
Is really fun
You probably sound like your Grandpa
He got one lung
You niggas act like a bitch
You swallowing my cum
Riding this dick and
Yes I'm pretty hung
Nigga
Came from da bottom
We on now
I got money to flex
Got a cash cow
I moved outta the hood
Ain't no trap now
Next move
To make sure my niggas gon
Stay out the dog pound
Tell me
What is it you want now?
I got niggas hoping that ill fall down
I got niggas speaking on my death
Counting down my days
Like a countdown
But I'm never stressing
But I'm never stressing
Homie I came from the hood Where I learned almost
Every lesson
Tuck a Smith and Wesson
Everyday that I wake up
I'm always Counting blessings
The moment we on him
He get to confessing
These niggas don't want it
We came from corrections
Ha
Your pussy boy
Folded he wanted a mention
No rats in my section
This drako gon stretch em
Fuck with them killas
But I'm the only one who Handles my business
I'm the only one
Who making them millions
And I'm the only one who Raising the ceiling
These nikes stay dirty so
Fuck your opinion
But Look how we living
Came a long way from
Eating just chicken
I sauté all these lyrics I'm given
Cooking it up in the kitchen
Oooo we what a feeling
The money keep calling
Already got one
Foot in the coffin
So I'm going all in no stallin
Go do a show in one night
And we ballin
Use to ride on bikes
Now we taking flight
Get a new whip
We be outta sight
This one right here
For the cold nights!
Momma made sure
We was eating right
Still
Can't explain how we feel
Amazing
Lost some niggas in the ville
And It's crazy
Make me wanna pop a pill
Like Danky
I Don't go back to the hood
They shady
All of that bullshit it ain't me
I got people who need me
My son and my baby
Credits
Writer(s): Rafael Pimentel
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