WRITTEN (FREESTYLE)

Imma make shit look Eazy Call the bro Know he gon match my fleezy Pop out we Dripped too steezy Stacking this Guap I was serving some fiends I mean it I served up some mean shit Not proud but it was there when need it Met the fam, they all on some mean shit Fw the gang Yk I'm squeezing You know we dripping like water Working hard yeah i'm stacking my quarters Lost a bag now i gotta move smarter Kick the bitch out she thought i played soccer Drip drop imma leak like a fosset New drip when i hop out the closet Flip the bag yeah we working the hardest Gotta eat cus i'm sick the bottom Lemme remind yall In case you forgot My domain up in space Cause I live at the top I just met ya bitch Now she gave up the mops Done Sucked all the gang Now she back onna block No I can't love on No hoe or no thot "Stay on my mission Keep chasing the pot" "You been through it all Through the light and the dark" "Now bumRush the defense And go take the charge Two-zero-threes finest I'm fresh out the zelle Life wasn't easy We fought right through hell Stepped off that porch Came right from the bricks And I Thank the most high That I saw no cell Can you imagine A life with no bail? With freedomYou can't prevail They throw us in jails And not on no small shit Its on larger scales Cops In the streets Shooting guns and they cough up the shells Inna hole for week And The next They made bail These crackers getting off Breonna is dead and "We" only seeing this as unfair They turning they head like they really don't care Like ya blind to the shit and you deaf inna ear Arose out the kid you woke up the bear So imma lay low and let your plan go to fail NOW we fight Through the trenches Cause MY niggas Move DIFFERENT I call bro Know we sliding and hitting Foot on the gas We ain't running or tripping Swear to god Niggas man these niggas go missing Dont test me boy cause shit could get different Dont gotta bang or carry them switches But i could flip shit and leave shit conflicting These niggas be tripping But back to the sub-ject Asking god why we ain't hitting no flood yet (WOOOOO) No im not rapping for the baguettes Grind for change i know that's a weird flex Inna zelle I ain't get the hood yet Count me in ain't get the right push yet Steady working it's up for them new checks New foreigns that niggas ain't whip yet Bread and my mission Come on let's be hon-est Only BM that's getting a time-check I'm just tryna see me some is-lands With the gang While we dripped out in fly shitt Tell my brothers if you need it i got it 7+ so you know that we locked in 10 for some so you know that we all in Touch me boy you know imma pop shit Touch the gang ill pull and chop shit Touch my family man i pray that you stop quick Like i'm asian i'll pull up with chopstick Dick riding i told em to stop it Haters? i'm living beyond it This world is lacking in kindness I know that we young but tell me what kind is Off the ganja i'm feeling the highest Skin rich like it's highness Pen gold like i'm midas F**k a uber, yeah we flying Money tall just like a giant Wanna bag start complying Make a goal and cut all the side shit Make sure to keep ya vibe lit And remember it's okay to cry bitch Love the zelle straight fly shit Got it on my back yeah it's my shit I'm just tryna get the 9 lit Cus I seen them blocks where them 9s shit Swear i learned from them conflicts Now I'm craving all this know-ledge I'm just tryna get my mom rich Cars onna hill with a nice crib While I repair the game like tool kit Bend ya bitch like pool pit Bars bumping on boom shit Then they ask When you dropping new shit Holding out on that nude shit I was tryna keep my crew lit Yeah i may be new to this But i got the crown so move bitch I'm gone