Fym Freestyle
Belmont shit, you know, fuck you thought it was
Belmont, Belmont, you know, yeah
I'm on the ave with the gang, you know
Oh Lord, I'm tired of living check to check
I'ma need my damn respect
They don't make enough money to conquer death
The way they shooting, I might have to buy a fucking vest
But only one problem, they ain't aiming at your chest
This for my niggas up in Stateville on the upper deck
Waiting on the board, they ain't coming yet
Commissary getting low, now we gotta stretch
That'll get you in your chest, waking up in cold sweats
Thinking I was free, but I ain't home yet
To make it worse, my mama sick and she a whole mess
Her baby daddy and the baby both playing chess
Locked down with the same sex, damn, I need my brain checked
Nigga, you ain't put the picture in the frame yet
Yo, what's the hold up, Eric Holder blew his brains yet
It's still a marathon, tell them niggas carry on
Supreme bag for my luggage when I carry on
Them fiens a walk to that base like Barry Bonds
Man, you niggas like gum, I keep stepping on
Niggas keep hating, tell me what the hell is wrong
Can't we all just get along
If you ain't got no heart, you can't ride along
What's up with the delay in my telephone
I think they got us tapped
Cause this shit my niggas selling, got them coming back
On God, if that pussy good, then I'ma double back
And I wish a nigga wood like a lumberjack
If you say you got the crown, then I'ma come for that
Your girl said you fucking up, so I'ma comfort that
Putting scratches on my back, now you can have her back
You lick a shot and I'ma tell my youngin', holler back
And that's a fucking fact, illest nigga in the town
About the school niggas, ain't no cap and gown
Call my OG from the jail, she like, what happened now
Police got the block taped then you know what went down
If you associate with clowns, gone head and sit it down
Shit, matter of fact, move around
All my bitches say I need to settle down
And they prolly right, but they'll get fucking left
Told my son, never speak under your breath
Gone say it with your chest, it's illi, fuck the rest
Pussy so good, I came in 60 secs
I don't do nothing for free, tell them cut the check
Belmont, Belmont, you know, yeah
I'm on the ave with the gang, you know
Oh Lord, I'm tired of living check to check
I'ma need my damn respect
They don't make enough money to conquer death
The way they shooting, I might have to buy a fucking vest
But only one problem, they ain't aiming at your chest
This for my niggas up in Stateville on the upper deck
Waiting on the board, they ain't coming yet
Commissary getting low, now we gotta stretch
That'll get you in your chest, waking up in cold sweats
Thinking I was free, but I ain't home yet
To make it worse, my mama sick and she a whole mess
Her baby daddy and the baby both playing chess
Locked down with the same sex, damn, I need my brain checked
Nigga, you ain't put the picture in the frame yet
Yo, what's the hold up, Eric Holder blew his brains yet
It's still a marathon, tell them niggas carry on
Supreme bag for my luggage when I carry on
Them fiens a walk to that base like Barry Bonds
Man, you niggas like gum, I keep stepping on
Niggas keep hating, tell me what the hell is wrong
Can't we all just get along
If you ain't got no heart, you can't ride along
What's up with the delay in my telephone
I think they got us tapped
Cause this shit my niggas selling, got them coming back
On God, if that pussy good, then I'ma double back
And I wish a nigga wood like a lumberjack
If you say you got the crown, then I'ma come for that
Your girl said you fucking up, so I'ma comfort that
Putting scratches on my back, now you can have her back
You lick a shot and I'ma tell my youngin', holler back
And that's a fucking fact, illest nigga in the town
About the school niggas, ain't no cap and gown
Call my OG from the jail, she like, what happened now
Police got the block taped then you know what went down
If you associate with clowns, gone head and sit it down
Shit, matter of fact, move around
All my bitches say I need to settle down
And they prolly right, but they'll get fucking left
Told my son, never speak under your breath
Gone say it with your chest, it's illi, fuck the rest
Pussy so good, I came in 60 secs
I don't do nothing for free, tell them cut the check
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Writer(s): D'carian Derrell Berryhill
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