Stupid Freestyle

(album: From Here On Out - 2020)

Nobody know you in your section, boy, your name don't ring a bell
City by the sea where them Asians causing hell
My nigga got locked, they want too much for the bail
In order to be a boss, you gotta take a couple L's
Opps think they gass up, so he gon get a shell
Shooter this, shooter that, nigga, we can tell
Came from the gutter, nowadays I'm doing well
Brodie said he got a drop, can't say it on the cell
All up in the section with a glizzy on my hip
Semi-automatic make a nigga do a flip
Way before Corona, niggas been in the crib
Niggas talking out they lip, but they ain't never kill shit
Heard the opps rapping, hope them niggas blow up
When they do a show, I be the first one to show up
You the type to hit the County jail and roll up
Two fingers with a thumb nigga, what I throw up
Brough my nigga on a mission 'cause he got a nice aim
Nigga, we be shooting like a motherfucking dice game
You the type of nigga to get some fame and you might change
All I really wanted was a Rollie and a nice chain
Knew all the street shit, ain't nothing new to me
They sending threats talking bout what they gon' do to me
I got .40, dare a nigga touch my jewelry
How y'all gang bang in gated communities?
Lil' nigga probably never touch a hundred bands
I know deep down he a motherfucking fan
You see a cK, but who you kill? I don't understand
Air it out, watch them niggas do the running man
And fuck rap, I'd die for all this real shit
Ain't talking school but a nigga took some field trips
You better watch all them niggas who you chill with
Go ahead and try to press my buttons, nigga, that's a killswitch
Yeah, I heard them did songs, I ain't feeling them
Niggas mad I'm in my bag, plus I'm killing them
You better start ducking low if you chill with him
I'm throwing up Crip like I'm Tookie Williams
Every time we in the club, you already know we sticked up
Ain't worried about nothing, 'cause we got the blick tucked
I told my niggas, "Eyes open, don't you slip up"
Got his bitch in my section and she tryna flick up
Why these niggas always rapping what they not about?
That boy disappeared every time we hopped out
Niggas scared like roaches when we pop out
[?] gang shit when I was at my pop's house
All my uncles from the hood, they showed me the ropes
Raised around them Asian Loccs, you already know them my folks
Giving out cancer if you say you want smoke
Opp joke, net banging plus them niggas really broke
Got them mention Young when when you talking bout the Coast
Real nigga humble, I don't like to brag or boast
Watch the news, if he died, we gon' have a toast
In my hood, I'm like the Pope
'Cause I give my niggas hope
Seen real niggas lose it all smoking dope
I lost some niggas, felt the pain then I couldn't cope
Throwing up the A while I'm sliding with the pole
When shit hit the fan, tell me, who really gon go?
(Huh)