Trench Houdini (Fake Shit Freestyle)

Sucks teeth- shit ain't even funny man
You know
Like- bro I just figured that
I've been too playful for way too long
You know
It's high time I pull up my socks
You know
Cause I ain't happy where I'm at right now
You know
It's- It's a must we make it
Ain't no plan B bruh
Young Litty Boy La Mon'ski
You know what's Happening it's Keen La Mon

Storm said they going to leave you broke
And heart broken
I still shoot my shot
Though a nigga ain't balling
Feel like a preacher cause she always calling
Feel like a juggle gym
Shortie real clingy
Gotta escape the proverty
I'm the trench Houdini
Located in the hood of South Africa
Where niggas get smoked no need for a rizzler
Pahh pahh!
While you sleeping
Nigga wake up
They be creeping
Wishing I could even strap up
Cause I'm the only man in the crib
My pops grinding real hard back in DRC
If something goes wrong that shit going to fall on me

Keep my circle tight cause I don't trust nobody
Don't like no fake shit- people too fugaze
Feel like a coupe when my mama drive me crazy
Straight from the bottom nigga slept on the floor
Started getting sick and tired before we had the "Rona" flu
A nigga down bad
When I get the bag
Ima flex like a fag
No homo
Cause the life I live- I find it abnormal
Gotta cop that whip- tired cruising Uber promos

Your shortie love my drip cause it make her wet
Skinny nigga body hard bitches like a heavy weight
Been hitting model like bitches 'fore I even blew
And they get attached got me feeling like I'm glue
She feeling me
Saying a nigga mad funny
But if she catch me lacking I know she gonna clown me
So fuck impressing I'ma priorities that money
Gotta be the last one laughing
Young Litty Boy La Mon'ski



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Writer(s): James Kamuzembe
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