Gone Freestyle

I've been gone a minute tryna fix myself
Stayin' indoors, I know this shit bad for my health
Used to say Sosa's goin' on that top shelf
But my mental was messed up, I needed help
But I'm back, and I'm better, it's two man step
Trust whatever the weather and the
Grind don't stop
We applyin' pressure till I'm printed on the newspaper header
When I started got hate in my city
Christopher Wallace, but it ain't no biggie
Then made the ends part of the Litty Committee
When they see my mask, they know he's from Portlaoise City

Bro wanted to cop a Mac and start robbing
But saw the windows open, he knew that S would be choppin'
Tryna go Brown Thomas for my clothing shoppin'
I need more stacks so the whole block can be poppin'
I keep shit a hundred, but I ain't even hundred myself
So don't expect me to give that shit to somebody else
We fly Airbnb you wanna do up hotels
Sometimes I do wanna thicc bad B to myself
X'd all the factors like I'm Susan Boyle
Need a bad B from the North, let me hit up Emma Boyle
Only tryna fuck if your nyash got that mad recoil
Bro took food out of the gaff, but this type of food don't spoil

Put the memories on the tee they're dead
Can't lotion gyal, I'm chillin' with the boys instead
Started in the ends and see how it spread
Only got love for my marj you can put that on my dead
Danced with the devil twice, but was the better dancer
You wonder what I mean, bust case, that's the answer
This life is a risk, trust I'm the biggest chancer
Like, trust I'm the biggest chancer

You tryna judge me, but you ain't been on your deen
You tryna show direction, but you ain't been church in weeks
Got nothin' for a jezzy, I got nothin for police
Hopefully when you listen, people hear what I speak

I been gone on my lonely
All these fakes tryna bring me to the old me
I'm my own man nobody owns me
Tryna make it out put an island on my stoney
I been gone on my lonely
All these fakes tryna bring me to the old me
I'm my own man nobody owns me
Tryna make it out put an island on my stoney