Str8 Up Freestyle

Straight up out the A. bitch I'm back
Know I love the city so I put it on my back
On my back, aye
And it's money man on the track
Gotta go and get some rubber bands for my racks
For my racks, aye
Okay I heard niggas want to rap
Last thing I heard niggas trash matter fact
I been in my bag matter fact
I think that's the reason why they mad matter fact
Okay what's the word
Okay tell me what you heard
Speaking on my name that shit getting on my nerves
Got a attitude, yea
I ain't never scared
And I'm doing all this for my nigga cause he dead, what the fuck
And I got it tatted on my sleeve
Stepping twenty three's
I be fresher than febreze
And my pockets full of cheddar and a lot of other cheese
And my dollars either green or they blue or they pink, what the fuck
I just caught a mother fucking flow
They already know how it go, I'm the goat
I just get on beats and I float like a boat in the ocean
I'ma need a coat cause I'm cold, what the fuck



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Writer(s): Marquel Harvey
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