LA Leakers Freestyle #126

I made my first million by age twenty with slave money
When I signed my first deal I was hungry and played dummy
'Till I started Hi-Level and signed fly rebels who buy bezels
The truth is they want you to die ghetto, but fuck it, prevail
Never tuck in your tail, remember last summer, them crackers had me stuck in a jail
Up in Louisville, nigga, but I'm stunting for real
I got out and took the jet for the XXL
Boy stop it, the young prophet who drops knowledge
Who copped a Maybach with the hydraulics, I'm psychotic
I'm diabolic, try a psychedelic
I never try to relish in the sweet moments like a diabetic
Hurry up, nigga, fly a medic, 'cause I'm too sick, I'm too rich
New car, new crib, new money, new bitch, all my niggas' ruthless
All my stocks' blue chips, we Uber Eats Ruth's Chris
New phone, who's this? Never call again
Your favorite rapper, I will slaughter him, I'm talking 'bout all of them
None is excluded, you're son of a Judas
Not one to confuse with, plus I'm making wonderful music
Don't ever compare me as barely any nigga that's near me
Woke up thinking 'bout my grandma, I'm missing her dearly
But fuck it, my feelings, I tuck it 'cause it's money I must get
Mama told me "Get the dolla" and with no interruption
Never discussion, clear mind are better the judgement
Forever I'm thugging, I promise you the pressure is nothing
It made me a savage, young nigga chasing the cabbage
Promise that I'm never lacking 'til I'm stadium status
I don't even want the fans, I want the crazy fanatics
I know my music may be sporadic and may be a classic that's coming
I'm gunning for anybody ever who want it or front it
But I still gotta wish you wealth in abundance
I woke up with this feeling that I felt in my stomach
It's time to fucking kill these niggas, man, my album is coming Motherfucker

Ayo, I came in the game and didn't take an advance
Nah, I lied, I took a couple M's and acres of land
Watch them same niggas shaking your hand'll end up snaking your mans
Shit, I wonder how this fake shit began
Made something out of nothing, I'm creating a trance
Never let good pussy in the way of your plans
I'm at Puff house, he got a couple Wraiths and a Lamb'
I just told the nigga bring back Making The Band
Stop playing with me, the young God emcee
Rich nigga problems, why I dropped "RNP"
My cars ain't leased, them 'Rari keys I took back
'Cause that shit was slowly becoming a part of me
I keep it real, bring it back to the roots
You niggas acting the fool
All white is the Range, matte-black is the Coupe
Fuck the fame, dawg, we after the loot
And I was born with all that shit that y'all lack in the booth
You got no confidence, I rose to prominence
Straight dominance, I ain't with that fake kicking shit, let's keep it ominous
That dark energy bring back the park memories
I already defeated pain and fought misery
Embarked victory, my nigga, my car's literally
A spaceship that takes off to Mars quickly
Expeditiously, done killed the game
Put your fucking hands up if you feel the same
Like Jada and Styles P, I got the key to the locks
Still thinking 'bout that cash, knee-deep in the box
We getting real money, nigga, ain't no reason to stop
Got them crackers in first class fucking peeping my watch
Askin questions, uh, I done clashed with legends
Whether past or present, I'm that nigga forever
Difference is my lyrics is dope, spirit is better
My figures in cheddar, I get it from ambitious endeavours
My bitch a Coretta, my niggas is wait
Oh, I get it, uh, you niggas must have forgot
I'm like a young fucking Malcolm with a touch of Barack
Got this ball player, main bitch, sucking my cock
But that was years ago, I got the weirdest flow
Been doing this shit since cartoons and cereal
I'm not new to this, I'm true to this, shoutout to Ludacris
My first words "Move bitch", when I came out the uterus
It's not really how you get the money, it's how you use the shit
Seen a couple niggas create careers just to ruin it
Couple years from now y'all all see what my influence is
But the album's from a birds-eye view, bitch

Uh, okay, first of all, I ain't going pretend like I'm the perfect nigga
I was fourteen mixing xannies with the percies, nigga
I was feinding, homie, so I'm grateful, that shit hurt me, nigga
Now I'm coming back to take the game, with a purpose, nigga
I can feel you niggas panicking, heart cold like a mannequin
Got the game in a chokehold like I'm Anakin
Darth Vader, heart breaker, real nigga, they faker, word to Belichick, I'm a playmaker
I'm a money getting ass lil' nigga, if you disagree then they hate us
It's like how do I come from the trenches
To wearing Givenchy? I promise my nigga, it's nothing
Having the people resent me to counting blue Benji's
Shut up, it's the end of discussion
I was just talking to Kodak, he told me I'm goated, my nigga, I can't tell a lie
My life's a Kodak moment, fuck up my opponent, I promise it's all televised
Same nigga from the fridays, same nigga from the hood, beat all the odds
Remember the first time I first met Hova and Nas, told 'em both, "Peace to the Gods,"
I'm not from this Earth, I'm berserk, my mom, she ain't give birth
My bitch fall in love whenever I fuck 'cause I got length and girth
I just popped a perc on a Sunday while I chill in church
Lord, please forgive me, I ain't perfect, but I'm worth the work
I just made a million off Hi-Level, y'all should buy a shirt
I just bought a crib in India, and I ain't talking dirt
I can't go out like a fucking sucker, I'd rather die in the dirt
I can't lie on a verse, generational curse I'm trying to reverse
I'm still in the trenches, on my phone and I'm dealing with business
I'm just gon' keep it real with my niggas
I got drip on me, I'm drenching
I'm still aiming for the top position, gave grandma talks in mama kitchen
Some idols look at me as competition
I ain't even tripping, all love to you
Five years I'ma be above to you, y'all niggas bitches like Madea
Even next to my little brother Amir
Grandma house, used to sell drugs there
But it's like, uh, okay you could've been a superstar
Back in the day, uh, used to hotbox in my mama car
Ayy, alright, now it ain't safe for you, ayy
Okay, 'cause you ain't want work for that shit
Goddamn, my nigga, you tripping
Could've been a superstar
Moved them out to LA, but he was out here popping bars
Hold up, okay, he ain't want work for shit, ayy
I can't feed no grown ass niggas