Big Homie Freestyle, Pt. 2

Hateful transitions when you focused on your vision
I could make them relevant give them a lil mention
Fuck a nigga fuck a bitch trying to keep me tempted
Money pussy weed comatose me out existence
Long handle spoon got to keep them at a distance
Left hand confusing the right don't know the mission
Popped out the crib in my Nike's solo missions
Manipulation all thru her psyche keep it pimping
Toxic baby, I'm sick and tired of all the lies
First you one way and then you switch up nigga you in disguise
They keep playing wit my love I might air this bitch out tonight
Use to love myself but all of this trauma I'm losing sight
Keep my heart to myself cuz this darkness blinding the light
Think I'm all out of love and I'm tired of wasting my time
Fuck you niggaz and bitches just keeping my gun by my side
This is therapy blind them wit silence I play me a symphony
Call me a tyrant I'm causing a riot you fuck wit me
Tried an alliance but peace was never just meant for me
Thought she was diamond shawty you more like dirty weed
Wanting me to pay all her bills and fix her dirty weave
Riding wit the Blic in my whip my hip cause surgeries
Each day been seeking for peace feel like eternity
Soul gone shawty think she healing internally
But every time she opens her mouth she further damages me
Everyday I look in the mirror should be on BET
Wrestle wit my demons I finished one wit a DDT
Another demon beat my ass cardiac arrested me
Niggaz and bitches showing fake love
I rather focus on the man sitting above
Call me OJ I'm skating don't fit the glove
A lot of rappers they acting and playing tough
And I'm the skinny nigga that's calling your bluff nigga

They like who is he?
Standing on quick sand like it's water
It's a movie
Fuck around you might be departed
She choosey
You can have that bitch I don't want her
She a groupie
Can't have no food or no water
Got a loose leaf
Rolling up this gas high as Vince Carter
She crazy
Had to leave my ex bitch she a stalker
He said trust me
Fuck that I can tell he be a talker
I'm a zombie
Walking Dead I'm a big stepper I'm a walker
In the concrete
Ten toes won't fold got to stay proper
Call me daddy not her father
Use to doubt me I go farther
Get me a bag I break it in half wit my dawgs
All this gas that I rolled I put that shit up in a raw
Bad bitch she iron my draws not wearing no draws
Or a bra cuz she know in a second I take them off
Big homie to all of my yungins I get the call
Always sliding for my niggaz don't care if they right or wrong
Grinding hard ups and downs just wait till the money long
Loose cannon see the ops you know that I'm quick to draw BANG



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Writer(s): Jeremy Hall
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