Studio Freestyle

I've had enough of sluts
Only time I'm with them is when I'm in their guts
Pouring up she got lick it if I make it spill
The mandem got like 3 on their latest drill
Who knew pretty one she want a bit of me
Foreign one I made her touch up on her literacy
That might be trash to you but it's a win to me
History bad times that I can't repeat
Them pussies tried a sutten and we retreat
But don't stress went and rose up our inventory
Samurai's swords, long chettes and the rambo's clean
Or maybe it was dirty don't be quoting me

I Payed attention now attentions one that paying me
I'm independent, but my family depend on me
Forgot to mention clip extended, like a limousine
Might send a message if there's tension love the dopamine
They love it when you up, but love it more to see you low
Not the one that's quick to trust seen many come and go
Give my shooting guard a pick n roll he play is role
She don't wanna give it up that's fine I send her home

Take a trip, quick walk down the muddy road
The air's real thick and my body's cold
Live it up go crazy everyday, I here
Cuz nobody knows when their times near
The tension's really loud in these loud streets
To get away looking on the mountain peak
When I touch my first Milly will I say that's me
Or will I try hit two, then get to three

Got them 223's in the magazine
Don't watch no face, I keep my space within the industry
Made it out but my half my dawgs still moving thru the streets
I Touched a milli booked a trip and changed our imagery
Got it on my own
You could maybe take my hoe but cannot take my soul
Pray for me I beat my case I'm facing two to four
Have to wake up every day and make it count the most

Gotta wake up everyday time to make a buck
If they catch you on your word say you made it up
Little Barbie come, quick film amateur
Course I handled it the punisher the damager
If a nigga done you wrong bet it hurt for real
I was stressing in my bedroom yeah I know the feel
Staring at my wetter praying that I caught a kill
Never caught it still give props to that brudda cah he forked him
Yuks trine scream the pricks name he's too forward
Seen him on his block he held blade how awkward



Credits
Writer(s): Khalil Tatem
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