Street Baby Freestyle
I used to be in the west
Where I was tryna be the best
Then I moved to the East
Now they seeing me least
I don't really wanna smile
In your face like old times but
Niggas still being slimes and
They don't listen to my rhymes
I'm used to being in the front
Of the New York Times
Drinking tequila with the limes
If I go back to New York
They might burn me alive
New York is not a good city
Where I can thrive
Those f*ggots hissing and
They singing like a beehive
Niggas and hoes being goofy
Acting jive
I don't like the way they look
I just wanna leave the shook
Cuz they weak and they not real bangers
I'll stab them all in the eye
With clothes hangers
I don't give a fuck about no
Rappers and no sangers
Cuz I don't hang with strangers
I don't give a fuck about no rappers and
No sangers cuz I don't hang
With strangers motherfucka
When I go to West I don't wanna be
An uninvited guest
I don't wanna have to invade ya home and
Have to split open up ya dome and
Fly internationally to Rome
Have you searching for me like
Google Chrome
Fake niggas still accident prone
That's why I tell them to
Control your tone or leave me alone
I don't wanna call a phoney nigga phone
I don't wanna bone
I don't wanna be that far gone
Hit a f*ggot nigga in the crotch and
Take my hate up a notch
My life was getting way too infested
With f*ggot niggas all that money
I invested I just kept getting arrested
My life was getting way too infested
With f*ggot niggas all that money
I invested I just kept getting arrested
I'm doing a whole lot of traveling
I'm still on the road and my pain
Ain't been unraveling
I gotta deal with a lotta hate
F*ggot niggas being dogs I wanna put
Them in a crate
My music moving too fast and
I'm not late and I don't wanna mate
I just wanna get the money for Pete's sake
I gotta get the cake and
My life still at stake and I don't wanna show
Up to ya wake
My money so slow I can't sweep it
With a rake
Pussy niggas still wanna take
The streets still showing no love
That's why I gotta look to the sky above
I pray for more purity
I'm wearing all white like a dove
That's why I look to the sky above
I pray for more purity
I'm wearing all white like a dove
Where I was tryna be the best
Then I moved to the East
Now they seeing me least
I don't really wanna smile
In your face like old times but
Niggas still being slimes and
They don't listen to my rhymes
I'm used to being in the front
Of the New York Times
Drinking tequila with the limes
If I go back to New York
They might burn me alive
New York is not a good city
Where I can thrive
Those f*ggots hissing and
They singing like a beehive
Niggas and hoes being goofy
Acting jive
I don't like the way they look
I just wanna leave the shook
Cuz they weak and they not real bangers
I'll stab them all in the eye
With clothes hangers
I don't give a fuck about no
Rappers and no sangers
Cuz I don't hang with strangers
I don't give a fuck about no rappers and
No sangers cuz I don't hang
With strangers motherfucka
When I go to West I don't wanna be
An uninvited guest
I don't wanna have to invade ya home and
Have to split open up ya dome and
Fly internationally to Rome
Have you searching for me like
Google Chrome
Fake niggas still accident prone
That's why I tell them to
Control your tone or leave me alone
I don't wanna call a phoney nigga phone
I don't wanna bone
I don't wanna be that far gone
Hit a f*ggot nigga in the crotch and
Take my hate up a notch
My life was getting way too infested
With f*ggot niggas all that money
I invested I just kept getting arrested
My life was getting way too infested
With f*ggot niggas all that money
I invested I just kept getting arrested
I'm doing a whole lot of traveling
I'm still on the road and my pain
Ain't been unraveling
I gotta deal with a lotta hate
F*ggot niggas being dogs I wanna put
Them in a crate
My music moving too fast and
I'm not late and I don't wanna mate
I just wanna get the money for Pete's sake
I gotta get the cake and
My life still at stake and I don't wanna show
Up to ya wake
My money so slow I can't sweep it
With a rake
Pussy niggas still wanna take
The streets still showing no love
That's why I gotta look to the sky above
I pray for more purity
I'm wearing all white like a dove
That's why I look to the sky above
I pray for more purity
I'm wearing all white like a dove
Credits
Writer(s): Thea Michelle Arnold
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