7/15 Freestyle.

I'm tired of taking losses
Show me where the money at, put me with the bosses
I use to want park avenues and lacrosses
Now it's Lamborghini truck with exhausts
I been going hard tell truth I'm exhausted
Everyday we hustling, can't stop yah gotta Ross it
Know I still got it niggas acting like I lost it
Just copped the rolly, look I ain't even frost it
Tell a bitch bear with a nigga like polar
It's a cold world and it's only getting colder
Couldn't get a helping hand couldn't get a shoulder
To Lean on, so I put the lean in the soda
Fucking with the snakes pythons, and the cobras
Real Htown niggas never roll over
Real dope niggas rep third ward Texas
Known to sip bar ride caddy no Lexus
Y'all yapping ass niggas betta grab yah vesses
Choppas turn you bois to ah bunch of fuckin' messes
To ah bunch of splatter, bullet hit cha bladder
I don't do no talking but my pistol like to chatter
I got these niggas mad, shit imma make em madder
I don't do no roofing but im climbing up the ladder
Roach ass niggas when I see em they all scatter
I been fucking on lil shawty so ha ass getting fatter
I got ah money platter, tryna eat the whole plate
I hit my dawg up like I need whole 8
I hit yah bitch up like I need yah whole face
Bitch imma slow pace stroke until ha throat ache
Ewwwww, that's nasty
Yeah I got it on me you don't even gotta ask me
Out the fuckin blue a pussy nigga might blast me
Low Key G I don't really do the flashy
I'm clutching on my burner everytime a nigga pass me
I can read a bitch a book Great Gatsby
I'm on fire lil nigga don't gas me
You be where the bitches at I be where the cash be
Niggas lying everyday niggas dying every day
Them dead presidents doing good lying in the safe
I'm just tryna get a million i ain't tryna catch ah case
Boy it's Third Ward High bitch I went to Jack Yates

Y'all thinking that a chill nigga won't shoot
I turn into tailor put ah nigga in a suit
I bet yah main bitch slurp ah nigga like a soup
I'm still repping red still stepping like a nupe
I got some real niggad to my right and to the left of me
Everyday I'm sinning but the Lord is still blessing me
Lord I swear I'm trying but these niggas keep on testing me
Taye Diggs shit I can't let em get the best of me
Yeah I got the recipe, niggas hating, but I'm loving it
Betta use yah head fo I have to put ah slug in it
You can call me Murda don't you call me by my government
Never turn my back on my brothers that's ah covenant
Southside nigga i be ballin' in the mix
Right up in da middle between the bottom and the bricks
Lollipop hustle on the corner hitting kicks
Everybody ain't cha friend they gon prolly switch
Love the game like Kobe, love it like Mitch
When it's clutch time a lot of Niggas turn bitch
David Carr, nigga all the hits that we took
Now we got the sack, wallet a history book
Nigga



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Writer(s): Logan Mackey
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