Calling My Spirit (Freestyle)

When my spirit get cold I just pray fo' forgiveness I know that these niggas don't like me
Ima soldier steppin in my Nike's, she ask when we fuck do you like me
I stay with that burner fo' you and yo buddy I hide that bitch under my white tee
Lil shawty so tight she a Pisces, she snuck out the house that bitch triflin
I-I-I had to remove myself from that drama i'm making my play out the studio
She just wanna fuck and lay up inna spot, lil wood like damn this a goofy hoe
I'm straight outta Birmingham meant to say Murdaham look at the rate that shit crazy
Dirt on my name but a nigga could care, they hated on me since a baby
She just wanna fuck to that cc's so I pin that hoe up like a TV
Blood in my eyes while that other bitch cannabis you got a problem then bruh we could handle it
Yeah Imma punk can't compare to no amateur just got some buddy with shit down in Africa
Henny in me now a young nigga horny, 99 baby I grew up on Barney I feel like Nick Saben I'm coaching my team, take my advice I'm living my dream
When I turn up its the maximum, line them hoes up imma tackle em
Pussy so fine I might catch me a charge, im locked in a booth like some burglar bars
Stay out in the front like some handle bars
Run that shit up nigga handle yours
Said come get this dick and this shit is a 4 fag I get to boppin when they cut on that Kodak
The team on my back like a muhfuckin throwback
We came from the bottom I know that you know that
Slow up, the feds still on the block the spot been so hot since lil buddy got shot, poppin these pills got my jaw onna lock, bitch its on sight when we meet you gon' flop
Who this lil' hoe on my phone, oh Alexa oou, yuh
This my lil cougar bitch
She fuck with them hooligans
Can't let that bitch go that bitch too legit
She callin my phone for the dick on a Sunday, and then that bitch got outta church
So get what I did put that dick in her sideways
I had that bitch goin berzerk
She just wanna fuck got her stealing my lingo, a real nigga I can't fuck with no gringo Lil Beezy clutchin when he look out the peephole she wanna be wife but my phone say amigo
Lord if you gon' take me just give me a sign
I can't be walking out here in the blind
Family fake dawg they thinkin I signed if its bout sum money nigga get out my line
Remember back then with no Glock and a ruger can't trip 'bout no bitch Imma have to salute ya
I'm the point guard and i'm running with shooters we all tryna win ain't no point if you losing
I-I'm at the money you niggas still snoozin
Cross the line, then my youngins gon' do ya
Boy that's a shame like i'm Peewee
They like stop put that Soldier on repeat, yuh