Eww Freestyle

Ewww
Shit is getting nasty
I seen it all before so you ain't getting nothing past me
Niggas burn a bridge they couldn't cross
To get past me
I been growing up
While they been focused on a past me
I came a long way from the bottom if you ask me
Still not at the top
But bitch I'm coming for it
Guaranteed
Humble but
It's muffling the beauty of my masterpiece
They fast a asleep
Won't try to wake em up
I do it actually
Imma have em quoting all my words like a parakeet
Imma end up giving some a reason to be mad at me
Make you feel it all inside ya chest
For falling back on me
Didn't wanna be the cause of ya regret
It's what it had to be
You can find me running through these beats
Call me an athlete
Trackstar
Finna turn this dream to my reality
Rapstar
I know it's people thinking
I won't ever make it that far
But when I'm moving
Wanna tag along

Haha funny
Just wait until I'm making money
That's when they gone believe in the vision and say they love me
I'm not into second chances
So sorry's don't really touch me
You know actions speak louder
Leveled up from the Duffy
I elevated from places they wanted me to get comfy at
I'll always be the one that got away
Don't care who want me back
I move when there is nothing left to say
I thought I told you that
Ain't shit changed but the views
You think I'm wrong for that
Funny how you thinking that the money
Make me wanna rap
Anxiety and depression really the cause 'a that
I guess I'm grateful for almost losing my life at nine
I guess I'm thankful for the scars my parents left behind
Forever humbled by the nights I sat alone and cried
For every tear I write verse
Know I will survive
I been a warrior since the womb
Some shit you can't deny
Contagious shit
I got 'em sick
Because I'm back outside
Ewww
Shit is getting
Shit is getting
Nasty
I been out the way so long
These niggas think they past me
I been going through it all
To give you what you ask me
The game is set for me to fall
The realest gone catch me
I spit and make mess on any beat
It's getting nasty
Make 'em eat the shit that they be using to attack me
Eww
Mix it with my blood sweat and tears
It's getting real
Told 'em that I'm not the type to kill
But I will
Eww
Shit is getting nasty
No I ain't a killer I'm a warrior thanks for asking
So if I gotta kill 'em it's a consequence of battling
You know this shit is war
There's no reward for coming back from it
The devil's at the door collecting more
Than what you planned to give
The audience want more so give 'em more before you lose 'em man
I never thought I'd have to watch my back
Behind the music
Lessons learned
Now I dare 'em try and play me like I'm stupid



Credits
Writer(s): Onika Samuel
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