The Art(Freestyle)

I'm an odd independent Front yard Mississippi Got more bars than a prison Im no God but I'm living Now all of y'all really tripping I make all my decisions It ain't hard if you listen To God Just don't flauge Or you'll miss it Lost the cards He was dealing I'm like naw I didn't get it I've been rap talking Lately but not often Through the years My writers block Envy my peers 9 to 5s a stressor Putting money on dresser Uniformed Saving me the stress to dress up In life I know I messed up And yes I own it But God thankfully It didn't leave me homeless At the gas station Begging for spare change Embarrassing Hand out Getting blocked like a barricade Dark days feel sunny If you live through the fair days You make it they take it in taxes Nobody's fair paid Monopoly The profit is in properties Resell the retail Till everything is obsolete Sparing The details No matter From where I came from Different beat on the same drum You broke You Probably ain't woke Or people just plain dumb Hype me up Some say I ain't hype enough But I'm legit with it Make all of you bite the dust From dusk to dawn Some think I Gotti like John But who's stopping ya An introvert alert I Never wanna be popular Nor mafia Who popping a lots of stuff You only live once That's what I'm mentally conscious of For real