23 To Life (Freestyle)

Yeah 23 Shout out to me man Shout out to Chris Stiles for doing this as well Yes sir Y'all thought I'm moving differently Better than ever check the fluency Y'all fucking with the newer me Switched up on them now the haters claim they cool with me Oh he got a dark side, rapping like there's two of me Where I'm from you cop a Benz and try hard to flex That's a price on your head And soon enough them niggas come to collect And that's your life traded in for a check Casket for a Benz The next day the goon fucking pretends But pull up if you man enough Do your shit, wrap it up Always watch your back, they snatch your life if you ain't fast enough Always keep that metal Lil niggas out there acting tough Cops pull, back it up Find a place to stash it up real These are the reasons I wanna ball Man I've seen it all Niggas move bricks to hit the mall I'm from a hood where snitch niggas get popped Walking tall, bitch niggas go missing No fucks, giving it all And hearing bodies drop on the regular's getting regular Homicides are now orchestrated right from the cellular And it's dead to be gone but Gotta be strong It's 23 to life Cause most these rappers fully in and never take profit All my L's are with a V I never take losses Money matters but repetition just break authors Content barely thriving but yet they stay sponsored Why would I bother? I'm top tier I move like a militant soldier My glocks out of my holster My pull up's too easy, yall got fear Even got the kids on they knees They yelling out, oh father Hold my kids, tell em I'm right here Surprised son This the king of the jungle, the wise one Never got a chance so I jack it and I run Not many make it out of the block where I'm from Yeah, call it infidelity The relationship, the hood is bond, it's trembling Breaking all the records that these legends left settling Ship in the ocean, leave the new wave peddling Let the lines settle in See I'm a rare commodity Just underrated but a goat in all honesty And if I had a chance I'd probably F*ck, I'd probably Twenty three to life man Yeah I guess it's twenty three But it's life man Yeah Yeah I was only eighteen, blooming from a late dream If music did me well I guess to it I'd do the same thing And no love and f*ck hate but pain kills And still I ask myself like how the fame feels Meeting music legends on a daily basis Having a bank account that's flooded with madiba's faces No changes, still nothing was the same But I still stuck the drake shared my views Hoping I would make it But here's where it starts niggas, I had to choose Step away from the family, living in the booth But yet I still made time for the family too And let them understand that my production team is family too I knew where I was headed soon as I started it They just saying I'm higher having departed yet But when I do, guess what I'm gonna do Buy a coupe for my mom and get a jet so I departed too My third eye's still closed but trust I've seen it all And I just answer with a prayer when Madiba calls They getting jealous cause this kid is getting paper So they ask what I do and I just tell them that Madiba called Madiba come, Madiba called, Madiba come, Madiba called, Madiba called Yeah Happy fucking birthday Twizz