Feb 29th Freestlye

Got to get it out the mud where I come from Either rap, go to the league, or sell drugs son Or go to college to work minimum wage Turn to a slave from student debts I'm tryna get paid, doe I do this shit for my mother, brother, cousin If you wanna f*ck with me, I'll blast guns, son I do this shit for my daughter and my brothers in dirt Talk crazy, get hurt, AZ to New York, you get murdered If a nigga really bout, I'm with it I stay committed in my New York fitted Blue Yankee with a slight curved brim, brown wheat Tims Plaid on me, no square, you know I'm him Coz I'm that nigga took a break to get my mind back, but I'm back next And I know that life's a bitch, but I'm a Mack nigga No, that's facts, nigga She still the apple in my eye just like a Mac nigga I can't fold like a laptop No, never that you love me, I love you back You trust me, I'll trust you back I ain't no regular cat, I am that nigga too You fuckin' with me, you fuckin' with a real ass dude Claiming you want that real love, like Mary I get locked, is it still love? It's scary, never know Will she stay or she go? Feel like I've been here before Bro said don't trust them hoes, but that's the way that it go