ratrace freestyle

Yo, time to freestyle, ay, yeah, ay, yeah Bad little bitch and she's on my phone Bad little bitch and I'm callin' on her phone Ratrace freestyle, yeah, ay, yeah, ay Roll me another one, yeah, ay Three years in the game and I'm only seventeen Started rapping early because music was my remedy Wonder if the people that I've hurt still remember me Felt a calling all my life, I don't know who sent for me Three years in the game and I'm only seventeen Started rapping early because music was my remedy Wonder if the people that I've hurt still remember me Felt a calling all my life, I don't know who sent for me Sticks and stones may break my bones But the only thing that breaks me is by being on my own Waiting on this throne, you already know I'm trying out making beats, cook up tracks, hang with G's Heavily inspired, never tired, brain's wired, in place Fill the space with my sound, I'm a demon, do the rounds Growing up, out of town Now I wanna see the world Try some things, different girls, creating peace, finding pearls That's a goal for me, cause my thoughts are everywhere I don't care where I am, could be anywhere, hard to care No expectations, f*ck relations Live my life, no limitations 'Cause I had some bad experiences With girls who act like leeches Thinking 'bout that shit Got me feeling kinda seasick Miss me with that shit 'Cause no, I don't f*ck with secrets Still hit my phone, I ain't reply It's been a week since, Fresh new J's with no motherfucking creases All white drip like I'm motherfucking Jesus Alana, Maddie hotbox, 'til we can't even see shit Stefen freaking out like he's back to having seizures Needa open up, give others a taste of my thoughts Making tracks of pain, but I don't really seem distraught Got a pencil and a pad, let me read what I brought A little understanding goes a long way, I've been taught There's a reason so many of my lyrics mention greed Say it again, guilt in my head, becoming a theme Sowing before I reap, don't you get what I mean Quietly suffering when I fall, I don't scream I got deep pockets, I seek offers, for free profit Been jottin', sweet sonnet, finally feel I deserve to be honest I weep often, but I keep on it, keep walking, keep talking Waiting for opportunities to arise, I've been offered Been on it, almost at 100k, now I feel honoured You know I'm gone with a trace, if you tell me who's the baby is You know I'm getting heated if there's an inspector in my radius You're girl got bored of you, so I slid in like come play with this Feeling even better with no girl, let me savour this I'm balling like Shaq in the women's NBA Jabba's Ballers crushing, you know winning's here to fucking stay Don't come to the party, you'll make the ladies run away If you get caught, they'll make you talk, so limit what you say, ay We run shit from the city to the motherfucking bay side I'll really run up on you, wearing PJs and some Ye slides I got a glock in my lap and a shank, just in case I Wanna stab a cunt, cause you know, either way I'll be stepping over his body in the end, just like AI Hey, I Back on this shit like I never left, I never rest Three years in the game and I'm only seventeen Started rapping early because music was my remedy Wonder if the people that I've hurt still remember me Felt a calling all my life, I don't know who sent for me Three years in the game and I'm only seventeen Started rapping early because music was my remedy Wonder if the people that I've hurt still remember me Felt a calling all my life, I don't know who sent for me