Take Me Back Freestyle

I gotta keep it real at my discretion, yeah I'm happy I"m alive
I'm guessing that's a blessing, went through trials and tribulations
Yes I learned my lesson, niggas ain't social no more
We talking like we texting
I told my mama ima be okay
I told my grandma I had a dream, but I ain't MLK
I've come so close, but it's something pushing me away
Yeah they sleeping on me hard, I guess I'm Frito Lay
And they can teach you how to make a grand on the gram
Nobody safe they teaching all the babies how to scam
Take me back to all the days it was green eggs and ham
Yeah that's when I thought I had the world in my hands
Look, you gotta wake up nigga this ain't real life
You ran down on your mans, because you wanted a stripe
It's so many niggas out here losing they life, to some dumb shit
You telling me y'all niggas can't fight?
Everybody and they mama wanna come out on top
What you think you teaching your kids?
You let them listen to WAP
You support big labels, but if it's your friend you won't shop
And these niggas can switch they flow, but if they do it's gone flop
Look, Beyonce told these niggas who run the world
They always saying "It's A Man's World" but really its Girl's
Especially, the brown girl over there with curls
Or the pretty AKA girls, that's clutching they pearls
Lay down with dogs and you gone get dirty
Ian never been to New York, but niggas know I'm sturdy
You got no money, house, or car but you in your thirties
Can't let a nigga waste my time, niggas don't be worthy
And long live all the guys, I can't help but to miss you
Although, I'm sad I can't celebrate the good times with you
But I can't cry no more I ran out of tissue
And you already know it's up for any nigga that diss you
For any nigga that diss you
And you already know it's up for any nigga that diss you
Any nigga?
Put it on your mama
Take me back to summer days
When the only thing in life that really sucked was popsicles
Summers way before my pops was sick
Eating flakes that's frosted, watching flicks
Watching OG Disney
On the cushion that I must've pissed a million times when I was six
At six in the morning, mama just divorced my daddy
She was mourning, take that as a warning
I'm approachable, but not the warmest
Tears for dinner what I gorged, couldn't pay for trips
Signatures I couldn't afford to forge
Five foot foreman of the house at four
Manned up is what I did
Ate on floors ain't have no table, but I'm having manners still
Keep that line in mind when dissing me
Son have some manners still
Wouldn't want to have to introduce you to my hammer skills
That was ill from bussing piggybanks for dinner money
We was laughing during times when looking back, shit wasn't funny
Water fights when skies unsunny
Sweet is what it wasn't, drank our tea unhonied
Ate on Easter, didn't see the bunny
Gift I got from Gab was Gold Giuseppes
Rap shit what I'm running
Bars is cold, my nose Zanotti runny
Got em sick they gunning for me like I'm Tummy
I meant Tommy, I'm dyslexic do not mind me
Niggas older, but this youngin' getting funds and
Brownish, greenish money bags is gunny
Life is sweet, cinnamony
Life is cinematic, shit could've been worst
So I'm ecstatic, on they necks my foot implanted
Here, use my pump I smoke on gas but I'm asthmatic
I can't find my fucks to give, they so sporadic
Got it off the muscle, when I flex I do not contract spasms
Only plan is not to panic
Niggas swiping getting cake, wrists icing
I'm not phased cause at the end of days, the green is not organic
I'm the man is niggas manic?
Last night, I got a text from an old friend like
"Can we pop a bean and fuck again?", I responded
"Only if you got a spaceship!"
"We can go to Pluto fuck and stay platonic"
How ironic!
They cosigned it, Ha!
Sike I got em blocked I'm only rhyming
Clothes is drippy pilates, I'm not always the politest
I never capped about my taints and on mi body
Hoes is hooked pirates, kicking shit I'm the karatiest
It is way too obvious
Alfred Binet threw my test away because my IQ fucking outta here
I hope I make it outta here, go to sleep off beans
And dream bout waking up in mocha brown Bugattis yea
Fuck the city up times ten, position sixty-ninetying
Going hard eroticing, everybody fucking with me
It's not need for shottis, yeah
Eating Brussels bacon wrapped, the bill come back and that shit fat
Like "Yo, who got it?" yeah, LOL
You get it? Fat like Gotti, but I got it yeah
Style get bitten way before I'll ever need a stylist, yeah
Knowing words before I tell producers
"Pull the files and play the flyest"
Yeah, this gone be my flyest year
I'm signing off, I'm outta here