First 48 Freestyle

(album: BO JACKSON - 2021)

Uh (227)
From where niggas don't make it out alive (Detroit)
Let's get it

As long as I woke up today, I do not have one complaint
Still sick from last night, I spilled my double cup of drank
Lil' brodie cracking cards, everything been up to date
He doing fill-ups half-off, so shit, I just filled up the tank
On the east, we trapping hard, I just made a junkie faint
Four-five-six, I'm in the mix, I just built up the bank
Heard they MAACO'd up the stray, I'm who put on the touch-up paint
Moving up the rankings, make a pussy nigga jump the plank
Telling niggas that he gang, no he motherfucking ain't
Free my brother Hank, I'll get you hit up with a rusty shank
All these self-proclaimed real niggas just a bunch of flakes
Capping like you pressing, big stepping, out here touching pape
Really out here Jeffing, Etch-a-Sketching, wouldn't bust a grape
Shorty hit him broad day, ain't even cover up his face
In Detroit, we known to take a town, known to flood the state
Can make the same monies breaking down as niggas touching weight
Seen what's-his-name with what's-her-face, he caught a lucky break
Out Kentucky State, but shit, I heard the feds picked up his case
Snatched him up, plugged his ace, bad enough we upped the stakes
Parabellum in my Nudies, I know niggas love to hate
Pulled up on the well with Julio, told my youngin shut the drapes
Ferris wheel on the suey, broski tryna stuff the Drac'
Thugging in the concrete jungle, planet of the apes
Every step I take, I take a risk, I can't make one mistake
So I brought these two nines with me out on a double date
Been bit a few times, the reason I can never trust a snake
Niggas ain't on shit, found his whereabouts, he took the bait
Told him, "Make a wish," blew his candles out, then cut the cake
Hardest thing to do is kick the lean, how much I love the taste
Racking all this cash in, and I ain't never touched a rake
Bro told me some foul shit, I still ain't been in touch with Yank
Crush the face, on the Date, just had to adjust the date
Razor blade scraping up the plate
Big bodies in the driveway, taking up some space
AKs by the fireplace, money's in the safe
Six bodies, five days, take me to another place
Hustle late nights, early mornings, right back up at eight
On some Tay-K, fuck a beat, don't make me do another race
I ain't even tryna smash, I just wanna fuck her face
Took her down, the head was trash, had me thinking "What a waste"
Cuzzo in the pen doing life, wish he could jump the gate
Twin F&Ns in my Benz, call 'em Puff and Mase
At the loading dock with a crowbar, busting up a crate
Dead body parts from the river floating up the lake
Zombies in the trap spending tens on a dub of base
Auntie kicking back with her stem, smoking up the shake
Unc keep asking what they paying, wanna know how much I make
Them bitches get behind me, I'ma take 'em on another chase
What else?