October Freestyle

Im trynna reach my goals and stay in my zone
These bitches take me out
Gotta stop chasing em
These lame ass friends too
Fake ass motherfuckers

And people always talking to me like politicians
Enough of the fake shit Im cleaning up my friendships
All these bums in my ear trynna extinguish my ambitions
They dont see my vision yea
I want a couple songs with Drizzy
A couple with J Cole
A feature on my debut from both
I want a closet full of grammys
And some bad bitches in my shows
You call that delusional
I feel sorry for you bro
Your sights on a new job
Mine on a new life
Trynna zone out on my 6-2 work schedule
Writting rhymes In my head got pizzas handful
If I flop as a rapper
I might come back as a ghost
I wanna switch between my ghost and my rolls
I want em both black and white like Im on patrol
Or like a panda
Express my wishes on this paper like a kid to Santa
Send a OP to God like a prayer from a broken man I
Cant stand all these fake smiles and fake cries
From bottom feeders and these gold digging hoes
They only show up to my birthday cus they wanna know
Where did my life go since high school 2 years ago
Or they want the cake
Either way they gone try to take
We all gotta lay in the bed we made
But that couldn't be me or Drake
Rhyming with me is the biggest mistake
When I say it they swear its a deluded take
I gotta make em witness like they at a deposition
Thats what it is when you deal with people with no ambition
And sadly thats alot of you
I just lay back and netflix You
Scrambling for your next fix
My future certain like a match fix
Nothing money can't fix
8am ATM clicks but you broke?
Just do something with your life damn
Maybe try and get some bitches bitter
Thats some stories for your litter
Listen to me and consider
Some of y'all hot but Im lit-ter
Like a sinner on liquor
Ask me Jack or Ricard
Ill settle for the Richard
Look at me my car got triple Xs
The rap game got too much excess
I see dudes with my exes
When Im up at the top I might break their nexus
Im sorry, eeh- not sorry
Maybe come christmas Ill send you a wrapped up Bacardi
'Member when I used to rob your ass like the grammy was by Cardi
Im in my own world thats what that bitch said
She mad she aint fix her teeth so I aint let her give me head
Take that make up off now she look like Adam
Not aiming at em but Ill lend you a plug Adam
Before 22 Imma make it to LA
And after 26 my name will stick like glue
Im telling you its true
How can she keep it real even her ass is fake
Im telling all these dummies she dont really love you for you
Focus on my goals like I got a seven on my back
I may not be tall but Im tall standing on my racks
Im focused on my bag
If I blow up I aint coming back
Yea
Im focused on my bags
If I blow up we ain't getting back
If I blow up we ain't getting back
We ain't we ain't, ay