FREESTYLE

He got robbed for his chain tryna flex
Bitch I pop out with the gang, screaming who next
Flatline, now he dead
One to the head
His momma she crying
Sad and upset

Boy don't play me bout no check cause you get stretched
Said who want war us we come strapped with them Tecs
Catching plays feel like I'm Dez throw up the X
Retaliation if they finesse and disrespect
Came up from the trenches shit I can't forget
Northside baby on the block since a kid
My pops used to fight them cases with the feds
I hopped up in the charger then I fucking wrecked
Thanking God I'm here today, I'm feeling blessed
I been up for 3 days ain't get no rest
Walk em down like NLE shots to his neck
7.62 take off heads fuck ya vest
I ain't no bitch I ain't no hoe need my respect yeah

Now we swanging, we sliding yeah
Say we gang deep yeah we mobbing yeah
See all these bad bitches they be flocking

My young niggas really out here wildin
I be having to my youngins chill
But then again this all they know cause they be really In the field
I been taking all these perkys and tryna stay away from the seal
You know many times them lights got cut off cause my momma ain't pay them bills
Shooting dice with them crips roll a 7, I love that feel
Hit the corner store to get some chips when I ain't have enough to get a meal
He tried to play me bout that bread but now he dead fuck how he feel
Big bro in the cut with the Glock ready he gon drill
Swear to god, I never changed since day one I kept it real
Why he lying in all these verses acting like he is for real
Rapping about the shit I saw
She wanna fuck and make a film
Blowing up my phone talking about baby I love you still
Texting back like ion give a fuck, she text back forreal
I ain't got time for no back and forth I'm tryna stack a mill
Hit the greyhound with the work
With them bands stuffed in my heel
Road running with the guys Uber driver behind the wheel
Bitch



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Writer(s): Michael Flores
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