22 Freestyle

Yea 22 freestyle, you know BIT, 32 Yeah, don't forget RMX you know Yeah My birthday ain't celebrating, shit feels like a desperate ways The people that spin facts about you really got nothin' to say Deep down in the fountain, I'm really, like Martin the Great Lots of shot fire, How the f*ck you dodge them out your way? All the speculations about who's the greatest, who's the chaser I ain't saying that I am, I just happen to be the realest Cause if the truth comes out, who the f*ck is going to admit it? Had a 35 glitching his way out the mirror Had him certified like, we forgot you is the libra Next we notified you, like, who's who Who's you? Lose who? Choose who Funny thing, I never met a bitch that's looking for a visa Cause it's only bitch, nigga, that's checking for the rebounds Cryptonize this flow, got me rolling through the stones Vandalize the storm like we never had it once Meet me at the finish line, cause that's where you're die at Leave him at the age of nine, that's when you find out Nothing been the same shit, not even a bye now Either ways, I'm leaving the nine down Niggas ambitious way too hard, I'm starting to see now How you gon call me brother? when you the one stabbing me in my back How you gon call her mother? if you ain't been a son Shit is not necessarily mean you the one