On my way (Freestyle)

On my way to the top these niggas still hate hating That I'm getting too paid these niggas too fake Like I said before these niggas out here really be two faced Watch before you cross because these niggas coming two ways Dropping bangers I got the rap game locked up in submission Cannot talk right now I'm too busy baby I'm on a mission Take a sip out the bottle put my foot down all up on the throttle Swimming in the deep end while you swimming in the shallows I'm getting cheese I add to my nachos niggas too fragile break him like some tacos nigga I'm too talented spitting off the top bro Niggas turn to demons so I fill them up with hallows listen I'm balling like Isaiah Thomas back when he was in Boston I'm sorry baby but your nothing nothing but an option The way you top me off made me pull up take you shopping Loui Gucci or Fendi baby you got some options pop a bottle Get to sipping f*ck the smith pass the wesson Baby come here you match my preference kick my feet up And count my blessings Bad bitch she's a model f*ck a model I need mulatto big bank like I won the lotto Feel like he lord call me Pablo I'm on my way way way way way way way way F*ck out my face face face face face face face face yeah yeah yeah I'm on a different page every chapter I've been through Included the pain niggas really pussy won't say it to my face Niggas ain't gonna do nothing they watching from my page These bitches won't understand the pain I've been through Talking bout let me help what the f*ck is you gon do Balling like a starter I need me a ranada feeling savage So I go ahead and f*ck his daughter I'm a real fighter I really give out these concussions f*ck about the talking Skip it all my chopper busting my baby want the Prada for you I'm going harder stacking up my bread I share it all with my brothers Throat baby Shawty wanna f*ck so I pass her to my team I don't need your money boy I shoot his ass for free Only thing I'm sipping in this cup is purple lean My guns are hot they all come with a beam Rip to my brothers in that casket Praying everyday ​I wish that shit done Never happened 30 should be on my back the way I'm scoring baskets her body fake she done filled it With all the plastic she done filled it with the plastic Ivan is that Gucci she can tell by the fabric I keep my day ones close we always pistol packing Uh yeah we always pistol packing