Freeze-Tag
Fair warning I get out I ain't gon play around
He throwing dirt upon my name because I ain't around
And now that I'm locked up, they think they safe'n sound
Think they can sit up in my throne an try to wear my crown
But this a tyranny bitch, this ain't no lost'n found
And I can bet when I get out that poser skippin town
Hit up the plug and re-up, and then I break it down
You know that bitch call me daddy cause I like how it sound
Aye that's my brotha best believe he blow that tec fa me
He took my brotha he gon' see how much he meant to me
They fuccin' wit my opps it's fuckin wit me mentally
But I'm still thuggin till the 22nd century
And you know all my bitches gotta bring that check to me
And I treat all my sides the same, bitch that's symmetry
And I know people out there praying for the death of me
But those the same people begging ain't get a cent from me
They six feet cause they don't know how deep it really go
Said six feet I put him in, like he's pigeon toed
Before she caught a case with me that bitch ain't never fold
Anybody know me know that I won't ever fold
You know that ain't yo bitch so what the fuck you preaching fo
What you expect to happen fuccin' wit a sneaky hoe
You know she only sit up front because I'm beating those
She still get kicked like a punt, because I'm leaving those
Aye that's my brotha best believe he blow that tec fa me
He took my brotha he gon' see how much he meant to me
They fuccin wit my opps it's fucking wit me mentally
But I'm still thugging till the 22nd century
And you know all my bitches gotta bring that check to me
And I treat all my sides the same, bitch that's symmetry
And I know people out there praying for the death of me
But those the same people begging ain't get a cent from me
No longer broke like I just took my cast off
4K I never shoulda took my mask off
No mickey D's but bitch I got the Mac sauce aye
Because of me yo bitch got hit then passed off
I like to gamble but this ain't no coin toss
Man you out numbered better call ya boys off
And not to mention succa all ya boys soft
So go back to yo crib foe all ya boys lost
Aye that's my brotha best believe he blow that tec fa me
He took my brotha he gon' see how much he meant to me
They fuccing wit my opps it's fucking with me mentally
But I'm still thugging till the 22nd century
And you know all my bitches gotta bring that check to me
And I treat all my sides the same, bitch that's symmetry
And I know people out there praying for the death of me
But those the same people begging ain't get a cent from me
Born to hustle I eat sleep and I breath that
I got the dog food though I don't got a flea bag
You know I'm active I'm pulling up if you need that
But try to cross me I'm snapping just like a tree branch
Said why you think I keep a Nina and a ski mask
I keep it for a succa tryna score a free bag
I keep it for a opp that's begging for a free pass
An all my brothas got ice I won the freeze tag
Aye that's my brotha best believe he blow that tec fa me
He took my brotha he gon' see how much he meant to me
They fuccin' wit my opps it's fucking with me mentally
But I'm still thugging till the 22nd century
And you know all my bitches gotta bring that check to me
And I treat all my sides the same, bitch that's symmetry
And I know people out there praying for the death of me
But those the same people begging ain't get a cent from me
He throwing dirt upon my name because I ain't around
And now that I'm locked up, they think they safe'n sound
Think they can sit up in my throne an try to wear my crown
But this a tyranny bitch, this ain't no lost'n found
And I can bet when I get out that poser skippin town
Hit up the plug and re-up, and then I break it down
You know that bitch call me daddy cause I like how it sound
Aye that's my brotha best believe he blow that tec fa me
He took my brotha he gon' see how much he meant to me
They fuccin' wit my opps it's fuckin wit me mentally
But I'm still thuggin till the 22nd century
And you know all my bitches gotta bring that check to me
And I treat all my sides the same, bitch that's symmetry
And I know people out there praying for the death of me
But those the same people begging ain't get a cent from me
They six feet cause they don't know how deep it really go
Said six feet I put him in, like he's pigeon toed
Before she caught a case with me that bitch ain't never fold
Anybody know me know that I won't ever fold
You know that ain't yo bitch so what the fuck you preaching fo
What you expect to happen fuccin' wit a sneaky hoe
You know she only sit up front because I'm beating those
She still get kicked like a punt, because I'm leaving those
Aye that's my brotha best believe he blow that tec fa me
He took my brotha he gon' see how much he meant to me
They fuccin wit my opps it's fucking wit me mentally
But I'm still thugging till the 22nd century
And you know all my bitches gotta bring that check to me
And I treat all my sides the same, bitch that's symmetry
And I know people out there praying for the death of me
But those the same people begging ain't get a cent from me
No longer broke like I just took my cast off
4K I never shoulda took my mask off
No mickey D's but bitch I got the Mac sauce aye
Because of me yo bitch got hit then passed off
I like to gamble but this ain't no coin toss
Man you out numbered better call ya boys off
And not to mention succa all ya boys soft
So go back to yo crib foe all ya boys lost
Aye that's my brotha best believe he blow that tec fa me
He took my brotha he gon' see how much he meant to me
They fuccing wit my opps it's fucking with me mentally
But I'm still thugging till the 22nd century
And you know all my bitches gotta bring that check to me
And I treat all my sides the same, bitch that's symmetry
And I know people out there praying for the death of me
But those the same people begging ain't get a cent from me
Born to hustle I eat sleep and I breath that
I got the dog food though I don't got a flea bag
You know I'm active I'm pulling up if you need that
But try to cross me I'm snapping just like a tree branch
Said why you think I keep a Nina and a ski mask
I keep it for a succa tryna score a free bag
I keep it for a opp that's begging for a free pass
An all my brothas got ice I won the freeze tag
Aye that's my brotha best believe he blow that tec fa me
He took my brotha he gon' see how much he meant to me
They fuccin' wit my opps it's fucking with me mentally
But I'm still thugging till the 22nd century
And you know all my bitches gotta bring that check to me
And I treat all my sides the same, bitch that's symmetry
And I know people out there praying for the death of me
But those the same people begging ain't get a cent from me
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Writer(s): Trevor Hart
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