Bnice (Live Freestyle)

80s baby
I was running around in pampers
When the President was
Ronald Reagan
I was watching ThunderCats and Muppet babies
It was me and mama with
Some ifs and maybe's
It was us or them
It wasn't complicated
It was daddy coming through
On few occasions
It was starter jackets gang affiliated
It was murder capital
And you wouldn't of made it
I got no fear of a man and
That go for the feds or the state
I'm triple checking my plans
Just to make sure it ain't no mistakes
Yeah
I'm trying to be humble but trappers Keep saying I'm one of the greats
And I get the chills just like they do
When I hear me rapping so I can relate Yeah
My shooter want points
But he hit a civilian
So I ain't gone honor that
Cause we got a code and I set the rules
So he got a follow that yeah
Some exes still want me
All up in the DM
Like why you won't follow back
Cause I ain't digging up no artifacts

I'm knocking on 40 I look like I'm 20
I'm off of probation
I'm back riding dirty on E
Don't really care who I'm facing
To God be the glory I say
While I'm facing the east
Baby my face is a 10
And my word is a hundred
Ain't moving for less than a G
Me and Leonna the West Side Obama's
And my chief of staff is
A plug with a key
I'm talking like Bnice a want me to be
I love you the last words he
Texted to me
That was like 10 hours
Right 'fore he passed
When I got the call I just
Fell to my knees
It hit like a bomb
It's worse than a sting
I told him to chill
He told me believe
Looked in his casket
No shoes on his feet
Cause he staying 10 toes
While he resting in peace

Keep it a buck I know you thinking
Him dying the worst thing to happen To Shoe
Watch how I flip it
Make it feel like cuzzo dying
The worst thing to happen to you
Pressure
Rome wasn't built in a day
And you wasn't built for my pain
Look at my face
When cuzzo died everything changed
My heart been bleeding for days
But watch how I kick it
I miss him but won't miss a digit
Had to refocus my mission
I'm talking ambition
Do what I was taught on Division
Aim it then shoot it then ditch it
I got it clicking
Military minded like I enlisted
Smaller circle trying to keep it efficient
Do a count up on your block
Like a census
I'm the truest rapper out
That's consensus
If I said I then I did it and meant it
Talking thug motivation let's get it
Talking plug motivation let's mail it
Won't give no information no telling
I'm a lover and a fighter I beat it
I put numbers on the board
Who leading
No weapon formed against me
I prayed it
I'm a god in his image he made it
Yeah uh

I'm a god in his image he made it
I'm a 12 tribe baby they hate it
I'm the people in that Bible
They ain't it
Curse was 400 years and we waited
We gonna need some reparations
For payment
We gonna back Kyrie
Wherever he traded
I got shooters out
Don't make me OK it



Credits
Writer(s): Jaquin Jaddua
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