REACHING FOR THE STARS(FREESTYLE)

I know it's your first I will try to be gentle My love Would you still love me if I wasn't your first Would you believe me if I told you shit get worse I ain't been the same since I seen my mom on the hearse And ever since a youngin it felt like I done been cursed I was reaching for the stars but I ended up with a purse I wasn't a trapper, baby, I ain't get money on the first Bitch, I was a robber, flexing money on the gram Bitch, I'll rob you, got your life up in my hands Just like the Godfather, came with 30 in case you move But I don't wanna pop you, do you like Jimmy Hoffa We cook shit, Benihana's, known to rock out by myself Nah, I don't need many behind us, just me and my blick Just me and my stick, act up, nigga, you get hit You'll put up in a spliff and get smoked out of the zip Yeah, and get smoked out of the zip Niggas talking shit, I keep that on my hip I know your first time, I will be gentle My love Baby, come and talk to me Baby, take this walk with me Opps be on my dick and all these hoes, they be stalking me I just wanna know, can you come talk to me Baby, get out your mood, come talk to me You know Double O brandish heat You know Double O pop a nigga in his face if he think shit sweet You know Double O put a nigga in his place if he try to eat off me You know Double O got your back even in defeat You know Double O gon' bust his gun until a nigga leak My mama told me don't go around the corner, I had to take a peek I got big caliber, nigga, that shit'll knock you off your feet Knock you off your feet And I got dreams like meek, but I don't never sleep Niggas think I'm done, but Double O ain't touch his peak Sweet Chin music a nigga, put his ass to sleep My mama said, boy, you gon' soak just what you reap But bitch, I'm reaping money, because I need that shit I'm putting money on opps' heads until they fucking dead We spend they blocks so many times, them niggas fucking fed And every time we spend, they go to the cops, them niggas feds And I don't f*ck with them niggas, I keep one in the head Yeah, I keep one in the head All these pussy niggas fed Yeah, all these pussy niggas fed Bitch, I keep one in the head, Glock put a nigga right to bed And like, niggas be on my dick and shit, but like Nigga, you can't touch me in no way, shape, or form, nigga, like I'm really like that, nigga Yeah, like I'm really in my bag Treat hoes just like Strags I.M.B. boyz, we number one, that make em mad And Double O keep a Glock with a big-ass mag Niggas get mad, we put his ass up in a bag You hating on the boys, we blast guns, these ain't no toys We send a bitch to your block yea she the fucking decoy And I'm forever trailblazing, bitch, I feel like Brandon Roy But with that 7 on my back, bitch, I feel just like Melo She shaking ass up in this bitch its moving just like Jello This shit I been through, you can tell a nigga a lucky fellow I keep this blick up on me, you think I f*ck with heavy metal And moni a speed racer, I always trust em behind the pedal