Preface Freestyle

This the type of sample that makes me think about how we got here
How I got here
If it wasn't for music I wouldn't be here
That shit crazy
All the vibin' cool
All that melody shit cool and all
But can you give me spit my nigga, we ain't heard shit from you

I gotta thank God cause he made us all
I gotta thank God cause he paid it off
Back when I was playing defense I had to chase to ball
Temptation on my line it feels like every time I take the call
Said it's bout my race, and then realize it ain't bout race at all
Haters just gone hate, and that's ok cause I'm gone shake it off
Around my 18th Bday knew I had to take the cake and all
Switching up my pace and ever since been paper chasin' dog
See it on my face I say my grace and then start cuttin' it
Giving out my thanks cause my bank finally got stuff in it
Sipping on some drank it feel like I ain't do enough with it
(I ain't do enough)
That's ok cause if I'm born with it, then I'm stuck with it
(I keep pouring in my cup)
Bitches in my face as wet as paint but I touchin' it
Trying to get some money for the safe so I ain't touchin' it
Trying to see a couple mil' for real you know I'm touchin' it
The shit I spit is real and you can feel it like you touchin' it
They don't really feel me
Cause they don't know the real me
I ain't change I'm still me
Close my eyes I still see
Devil trying to steal me
Block me from my blessings take losses like lessons
Fuck it play some Usher cause I got confessions
I been sleeping I been resting to wake up refreshed
I spent too much time stressing about time when I'm stressed
I put the work in like profession, I talk and profess
And no I am not flexing, I'm just stretching, and high as a jet
Matter of fact I been up for like a decade
Cause I knew the world was cutthroat, neck shave
My worst nights probably made my best days
Up late 25/8, it ain't no rest days
(What the fuck)
I bet that she's a slurper if the check pays
(Slurp me up)
A lotta niggas surfers ride the next wave
(Surf to the next)
If you talking bout a burner is a fake page
(Fake fake fake fake fake)
I feel like the earth because I make waves
(Make make make make make make)
Tsunami wave, Tsunami wave (Yeah yeah)
Runtz got a punch and a kick call it Johnny Cage
I done seen all kind of shade, now I wear Versace shades
Shitting on these niggas with my dogs we ain't potty train
I see them hating it's OK because they're probably lame (Yeah yeah)
I get inside and feel the vibe I know it's not the same (Yeah yeah)
If it's powder on the table then it's probably caine
(Where the drugs at)
If I'm able bro is able but you probably cain
(Where the love at)
If life a bitch, I hope she thick, and then give sloppy brain
(Sloppy brain)
With every verse, it feels like a new curse is lifted off my name
(Lifted off my name)
Don't got no time for politics that shit is not gone change
(No, no)
I had to hop on shit and take a risk I got a lot to gain
(I need some mo)
This that too raw nigga this that free pain
(Free pain, shit)
The way I'm kicking shit making a nigga feel like Street game
(Street game, shit)
Fire on the flow, like a muthafucking heat game
From the town where they shoot around like the pregame