GladiatoR FreeStyle
They be so fake, they be so flaw
They asking me everyday, how i go and ball
Gotta get up, chase the bag, can't lay down and crawl
Play the cards i was dealt
They be so fake, they be so flaw
They asking me everyday, how i go and ball?
Gotta get up, chase the bag, can't lay down and crawl
Play the cards i was dealt, gotta want it all
Gotta pick yo flow up
Too much stress, you roll up
Speed it up don't slow up
Need to sleep so po up
Gotta get the dough
Cannot lose control
Gotta tax no toll
That just how it go
It's nothing personal, just gotta go and get the cash
We living fast, way passed the dash
Can't show yo stash, could be yo last
Can't see yo future in the past
Gold teeth they be glistening
Speaking facts, you listening?
Never catch me giving in
Stand tall while you stumbling
Talking business, no mumbling
Hold on tight, no fumbling
Weak foundation, you crumbling
Cannot give up
Life's a bitch so live up
Codeine on my liver
Cold heart make you shiver
Homies they be switching up
Loyalty what i'm wishing for
Junkies knocking at the door
Trying to get em a couple more
I've been up all 24
For i sleep, triple lock the door
Don't know what god got in store
Could just rain or could just pour
Traphouse booming like a convenience store
Got what you feining for
Hit the sprite you lean some more
Lose the fight, you need some more
Gotta get up...
Gotta get yo self up out that slump
Too much gas don't need the pump
Engine in the back don't need a trunk
I push the start then do the dash
You fucking up don't move so fast
You bucking up, could be yo ass
You lucking up, no peter pan
You think you are, i know am
Yeh
You think it light then meter it
Shortstop the pack, derek jeter it
Flip a rack and double it
Wrapping and we bubble it
Shipping fuck the government
Ain't got time for stubborn shit
I'm master chief, you covenant
Love these racks i'm cuffing it
Love these woods i'm stuffing it
Show loyalty, they bluffing it
Yeh
Tetris i just stack it up
Pocket then we rack em up
Set it up, we break it down
Never keep the fake around
Sockets to the extension cords
Applying the pressure they bending more
Lowered the prices they spending more
Plug showing love he sending more
Hunnids to dubs they going poor
Run it up till my ankle pop
Never stop till i reach to top
Flip a pack but never flop
Keep on growing like a crop
Stack my fetti like i'm wop
When u ready, cannot stop
They asking me everyday, how i go and ball
Gotta get up, chase the bag, can't lay down and crawl
Play the cards i was dealt
They be so fake, they be so flaw
They asking me everyday, how i go and ball?
Gotta get up, chase the bag, can't lay down and crawl
Play the cards i was dealt, gotta want it all
Gotta pick yo flow up
Too much stress, you roll up
Speed it up don't slow up
Need to sleep so po up
Gotta get the dough
Cannot lose control
Gotta tax no toll
That just how it go
It's nothing personal, just gotta go and get the cash
We living fast, way passed the dash
Can't show yo stash, could be yo last
Can't see yo future in the past
Gold teeth they be glistening
Speaking facts, you listening?
Never catch me giving in
Stand tall while you stumbling
Talking business, no mumbling
Hold on tight, no fumbling
Weak foundation, you crumbling
Cannot give up
Life's a bitch so live up
Codeine on my liver
Cold heart make you shiver
Homies they be switching up
Loyalty what i'm wishing for
Junkies knocking at the door
Trying to get em a couple more
I've been up all 24
For i sleep, triple lock the door
Don't know what god got in store
Could just rain or could just pour
Traphouse booming like a convenience store
Got what you feining for
Hit the sprite you lean some more
Lose the fight, you need some more
Gotta get up...
Gotta get yo self up out that slump
Too much gas don't need the pump
Engine in the back don't need a trunk
I push the start then do the dash
You fucking up don't move so fast
You bucking up, could be yo ass
You lucking up, no peter pan
You think you are, i know am
Yeh
You think it light then meter it
Shortstop the pack, derek jeter it
Flip a rack and double it
Wrapping and we bubble it
Shipping fuck the government
Ain't got time for stubborn shit
I'm master chief, you covenant
Love these racks i'm cuffing it
Love these woods i'm stuffing it
Show loyalty, they bluffing it
Yeh
Tetris i just stack it up
Pocket then we rack em up
Set it up, we break it down
Never keep the fake around
Sockets to the extension cords
Applying the pressure they bending more
Lowered the prices they spending more
Plug showing love he sending more
Hunnids to dubs they going poor
Run it up till my ankle pop
Never stop till i reach to top
Flip a pack but never flop
Keep on growing like a crop
Stack my fetti like i'm wop
When u ready, cannot stop
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Writer(s): Brett Milam
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