InDaStorm Freestyle
They say the Key To Success is in your head
I'm the Mark Of Truth, I gotta get ahead
This that AFI talk, that 222 on me
(Jr808) Yea, Yea
Johnny Cash, I got riders in the storm
Hit a brick from all angles I got bag chasin' form
I was tryna justify my fuck ups, that shit I dont endorse
Swimmin' in my styrofoam
And I got way to many ways that I can make it out
In my head I play 'em out, tryna find the safest route
Ay, I know I'm gon' turn into a shiesty one
Bitch I gotta play it rough, VAGO he a slimey one
Told my bro the deal, he know economics
I got money problems, I ain't trippin', I get plenty profit
Down in 'Frisco with a .50 earthquakin'
You hear that rumble?, like my stick got plate tectonics
Tell 'em I aint stoppin fo' shit, I'm goin' fast
I been tryna level my high, I Hit Da Max
I been tryna hide where it hurts, but is too bad
In my mode, but I struggle through the past
Ridin' with a dime on the side, it make no (cents) sense
Shawty feel the air, the feelin' tense
She gon' put my demons to the test
And Imma put that attitude in check
Yea, yea, uh, ay
Gotta be careful, I'm the one they lookin' up to
That mean they gon' get all this shit from you
I take a step back, triple x on me
I teach 'em well but understand they may not love you
Understand they bound to tell you, "Fuck you"
Every strain of weed I done ran thru
And I got water in my well, fuck a bayou
Ay, Bitch I ain't no reverend
But I be steady shootin', I'm in first, I gotta get ahead
Uh, tryna find the exigence
But I think that I might end up dead
Huh, but I wont fall back
Suckas tryna team up fo' a bag, I tell 'em, "Fuck Dat"
Uh, lookin' at the contract
Finna contradict me, I ain't signin' fo' a small stack
Damn, you think I'm dumb now?
I got plenty chicken on my plate, ain't no Kung Pao
Uh, In my kicks like I'm Bow Wow
If I'm finna ball, I'm goin' all out
Ay, I got the eye of the horus
My glock's they some twins, call 'em Morris n Morris
And that's 'cause they shoot like some pro's
I get cash like I'm johnny, no chorus
And you know yo girl she adore me
I took her one night, gave her back, 'cause she borin'
And I'm puttin' holes in they head
Yea these bullets done took 'em to bowlin'
I don't how many bars that was
But that was a freestyle for you pussy ass
Pussy asses
My bad, I'm a lil' slumped
I'm the Mark Of Truth, I gotta get ahead
This that AFI talk, that 222 on me
(Jr808) Yea, Yea
Johnny Cash, I got riders in the storm
Hit a brick from all angles I got bag chasin' form
I was tryna justify my fuck ups, that shit I dont endorse
Swimmin' in my styrofoam
And I got way to many ways that I can make it out
In my head I play 'em out, tryna find the safest route
Ay, I know I'm gon' turn into a shiesty one
Bitch I gotta play it rough, VAGO he a slimey one
Told my bro the deal, he know economics
I got money problems, I ain't trippin', I get plenty profit
Down in 'Frisco with a .50 earthquakin'
You hear that rumble?, like my stick got plate tectonics
Tell 'em I aint stoppin fo' shit, I'm goin' fast
I been tryna level my high, I Hit Da Max
I been tryna hide where it hurts, but is too bad
In my mode, but I struggle through the past
Ridin' with a dime on the side, it make no (cents) sense
Shawty feel the air, the feelin' tense
She gon' put my demons to the test
And Imma put that attitude in check
Yea, yea, uh, ay
Gotta be careful, I'm the one they lookin' up to
That mean they gon' get all this shit from you
I take a step back, triple x on me
I teach 'em well but understand they may not love you
Understand they bound to tell you, "Fuck you"
Every strain of weed I done ran thru
And I got water in my well, fuck a bayou
Ay, Bitch I ain't no reverend
But I be steady shootin', I'm in first, I gotta get ahead
Uh, tryna find the exigence
But I think that I might end up dead
Huh, but I wont fall back
Suckas tryna team up fo' a bag, I tell 'em, "Fuck Dat"
Uh, lookin' at the contract
Finna contradict me, I ain't signin' fo' a small stack
Damn, you think I'm dumb now?
I got plenty chicken on my plate, ain't no Kung Pao
Uh, In my kicks like I'm Bow Wow
If I'm finna ball, I'm goin' all out
Ay, I got the eye of the horus
My glock's they some twins, call 'em Morris n Morris
And that's 'cause they shoot like some pro's
I get cash like I'm johnny, no chorus
And you know yo girl she adore me
I took her one night, gave her back, 'cause she borin'
And I'm puttin' holes in they head
Yea these bullets done took 'em to bowlin'
I don't how many bars that was
But that was a freestyle for you pussy ass
Pussy asses
My bad, I'm a lil' slumped
Credits
Writer(s): Jose Torres Garcia
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