Back 2 the Basics Freestyle

She asked can you believe in me? Like you believe in yourself If you put your trust in me Then I might double your wealth If you ain't never gone trust nobody You gone die by yourself I keep my Jesus piece and pray so I ain't never by myself And my brudda say he down I gotta check for myself Surrounded by my gang But I keep begging for help Shit I came in here alone So I'm gone leave by myself Forget the memories But don't forget what I felt Yeah I understand I got a lot of work to make y'all really fans That's yo dawg? Seven in Atlanta I might Vick 'em Then I hit 'em Dans I bring it home and Then I hit my dance All this money Watch me stretch it like it's Luffy hand Never too much like I'm Luther Van Pop a bean I take 2 shots I feel like Superman Watching Dansby seeing double like a Luka fan I'm too demanding Everywhere I go I'm seeing death just like I'm Billy Mandy Gotta hide the smell of liquor when I see my granny I put the Bape on with the forces when I'm feeling fancy My glock is Phil with handle that shit just come in Handy All these accusations but no accurate statements Niggas thinking bout putting you on but it's back to the basics I been trying to work with niggas but niggas been hating and I ain't trynna front no niggas cuz niggas be paying Even if these niggas finished I pull up regardless On my Elfrid Payton shit ain't no point in me starting Way I'm balling is James Harden Knicks in the garden Tommy 4k with it with the shots that I'm calling Nah forreal