Off The Curbside Freestyle

Man are moving fugazi They ain't Gucci they Fucci hate me n rate me Swear them man are goofy Yo I Need a bad one like rubi Getting this bread while she twerk in that two piece I need a sweet one like Ella stacking these bands any time any weather Yo But enough bout the coochie A few puss in boots I'm taking what's mine got em man all Shook What I got cost an arm and leg like Hook Got a team full of kings and queens no rooks Mumzy told me stick to the books The olders told me write more hooks They want whats best & I know what's best Won't rest til I get this bread no less Came back more love that I got when I left Haters can't comprehend They can't apprehend Any time anywhere imma get this bread I see why they hate Cause It's us never never them So if I were dem I'd still be vexed I'd still be pressed I'd move with stress I'd work every day til I get this correct These days We ain't got no time to rest wont end till my time stops ticking This whole scene tryna set back me and my vision won't stop till I make me a million My life is a movie fitting descriptions life ain't normal this is a fiction Blow like emissions road to a million League of my own in my 1st division