Freestyle

Back on this rap shit
Back on this trap shit
Nigga can't match this
On fire no match sticks

DoubleF the gang better know that I'm on it
No cap in my rap big stacks yh i got it
Tryna rob me and I gave him a nosebleed
So symbolic you know how my soul bleeds
Keep tools like a dentist coz these niggas too fake
Steady chasing ps give a fuck about fame
Got a couple toys still play no games
Dealing with pain just in order to gane
Can't tell u what we've done for the money
Young niggas crash like dummies
Gun shots make u run to your mommy
Karats on Karats they calling me bunny
Hopped out the E class just learned a lesson
Can't play with my life man this shit is a blessing
Demons on my shoulders got me stressing
I be Dancing with the devil shit is depressing
Trust issues so I'm always second guessing
Notes like a diary these my confession
Krept on a nigga yeh u know I play dirty
Fake ass nigga be cappin like they certi
Tryna make a 30 way before I turn 30
Running up this money man I'm always in a hurry



Credits
Writer(s): Edward Sekyere
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