Freestyle
Yeah man I just gotta, just gotta talk to em man I need
They think I can't rap and shit like 'I can really
I can really do both ways 'if I really wanted to you know?
I ain't never see a nigga make a million in the streets
If they did 'they in jail or got shot and got deceased
I seen my nigga die 'on that tv 'on that NBC
I got homies I be around and they envy me
Peanut butter on the seats 'I'm driving real fast I feel like Paul walker
Got them drum sticks on me feel like Travis barker
I talked to Rida on the phone he told me go harder 'I gotta move smarter
I gotta watch out for my homies They might slime me out
And I'm standing with my pistol bitch I'm in and out
And I don't take my shoes off when I'm at bitches cribs
And my niggas just came home he just did a bid
Yeah 'he just did a bid
Just pray for all my niggas hope we all win
I just hope I don't come close to coffin
And if I see the day 'I'm standing on all ten
Niggas dying 'niggas fake, niggas imposters
North Philly 'bad bitch put on my roster
If I put my mind on it I know I can go further
Going up 'in the trenches I ain't have no father
Standing on BG trying make some plays
'Negative energy blow me some sage
Wrong turn down my block catch you a fade
Got some enemies 'looking at me multiple ways
I ain't never see a nigga make a million in the streets
If they did 'they in jail or got shot and got deceased
I seen my nigga die 'on that tv 'on that NBC
I got homies I be around and they envy me
They think I can't rap and shit like 'I can really
I can really do both ways 'if I really wanted to you know?
I ain't never see a nigga make a million in the streets
If they did 'they in jail or got shot and got deceased
I seen my nigga die 'on that tv 'on that NBC
I got homies I be around and they envy me
Peanut butter on the seats 'I'm driving real fast I feel like Paul walker
Got them drum sticks on me feel like Travis barker
I talked to Rida on the phone he told me go harder 'I gotta move smarter
I gotta watch out for my homies They might slime me out
And I'm standing with my pistol bitch I'm in and out
And I don't take my shoes off when I'm at bitches cribs
And my niggas just came home he just did a bid
Yeah 'he just did a bid
Just pray for all my niggas hope we all win
I just hope I don't come close to coffin
And if I see the day 'I'm standing on all ten
Niggas dying 'niggas fake, niggas imposters
North Philly 'bad bitch put on my roster
If I put my mind on it I know I can go further
Going up 'in the trenches I ain't have no father
Standing on BG trying make some plays
'Negative energy blow me some sage
Wrong turn down my block catch you a fade
Got some enemies 'looking at me multiple ways
I ain't never see a nigga make a million in the streets
If they did 'they in jail or got shot and got deceased
I seen my nigga die 'on that tv 'on that NBC
I got homies I be around and they envy me
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Writer(s): Daiquan Green
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