BeatBox(Freestyle)

Chicago born and raised You can get yo head popped (Boom) Play them games with me Nigga this ain't Microsoft Gave his ass ten Roman numeral on the box We got Runts all ina wood I think I'm ready for takeoff Remember working hard Had to get it out the mud Still I'm blessed but ain't mad Because it made me who I was Bitch I'm Clutchin on a 30 Ots from all the drugs Paranoia got me tweaking Ain't no need to show me love (Aye) We ain't friends nigga Ain't no common ground (Nope) Used to pull up in that Buick Now I like them German sounds (Skert) But I ain't thinking bout back den Because I'm living in the moment Smoking some potent Glock fully loaded Speak on what you know If you don't know Then you should keep quite Most these niggas geechi Sneak dissing and they dick ride I Been all around Chicago But the West is where I reside Sharks JJ's Uncle Remus I could never decide If a nigga do me wrong He get a piece From my metal piece Let me break it down I sent him far from his family My momma need her son So I can't go out a casualty I was thinking bout some jewelry But I brought me some property Everything is different since we came up From poverty Even as a shorty Didn't let none of that bother me Been rapping on and off And ain't heard nobody hard as me They signing niggas deals I wonder whats with the industry Put Lp in any weather I adapt to all terrain Up all night But Ima zombie Close ya legs I'm craving brain Book me for a show You know whatever it ain't a thang Just know I got it on me In case a nigga hoppin out his lane If I'm coming on a stage I gotta bring a few steppers thru I ain't no killer but don't push me And that's all that I'm telling you I ain't chatting with these niggas because They really be federal And Ion gangbang but I'm Ebk If you really asking dude