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Sunday Morning Freestyle

 

Sunday Morning Freestyle

(альбом: In Case We Never Speak Again - 2019)


G&B

Look, pull up, I'm serving 'em pain (Serving 'em pain)
I runs out the mud with no dirt on my name (Dirt on my name)
Nigga, I'm swerving the lane, I'm tryna murder her frame
She only ride 'cause she out here yearning for fame, she want the perks of the game
I told her, "Relax," ho, as a matter of fact, look I'm a God, I just happen to rap
Streets done went dry now they asking for crack (Uh)
Fuck it, it's time to get back in the trap (Yeah)
Mixing the soda, I'm inching for quota, I'm bending the corners, the strap in the lap
Diamonds is crazy, ain't nothing fugazi, you thinking 'bout taking it, rat-a-tat-tat
Boy, you a ho, you ain't gang, you a rat
I ain't got no deal, I ain't hanging no plaques
Come to my city though, ask about Pro', they gon' tell you, my nigga, everything done went plat'
Fuck what you talking 'bout, rain or the snow, I'm never breaking the code (Yeah)
Nah, I done seen gangs get low, and then they go change on they bros (Damn)
Yeah, rappers was flame now they cold, now they ain't bringing in shows
So they confused 'cause they famous and broke and they calling the devil, exchanging they soul (Amen)
Shit, must be tough (Must be tough)
Ayy, niggas said Pro' say fell off, what he on? Shit, it must be dust (Must be dust)
Ayy, did it on my own, ain't a nigga who could say that he done front me bucks (Nothin')
Ayy, self-made shit, this Forever Trill, baby, you could trust we up
With the roof gone yelling, "Fuck Starski and Hutch"
I never trust her, ha, 'cause soon as you love her, that's when the snake in the cover
Niggas give life to a stranger out here, then they turn 'round then they gon' kill they own brother (Ah)
Show 'em your back and they stabbing away (Yeah)
Cats should be real, but they actions is fake (Yeah)
Lucky this shit here ain't back in the day (Yeah)
I done had teachers throw waste to the face (Bah)
Fuck all that beefing shit, I need some money, bitch, my only focus is cracking the safe
I'm from the jungle, we scrap with the apes (Yeah)
Call us the tracker, your ass can't escape
Speaking of game, I was locked down on my ass, my cousin then passed me the play (Yeah)
I was in Cali with Pooch and the plug, he sitting on the green like he capping a bank (Ah)
Bad lil' bitch lemme crash at her place
I don't want no love though, I'm stacking a safe (Yeah)
Used to watch junkies shoot crack up they veins (Uh)
Lord, help me, I can't go back to that, mane (Back to that, man)
For real (Mmm), they got us trapped in a maze
I'm talking since masters and slaves
Nigga, if you black, we the same

Look, it's deeper than rags and the gangs
It's deeper than slabs and the chains
They kill us then pass us the blame
We protest a sec then it passes away
Fuck, we need more Malcolms and Kings
Too many Fab' and Lil Waynes
Them niggas dope, haha
Ain't no diss, but the real ones is really gon' grasp what I'm saying
Let's draw up a map and get paid
Load up the assets, save, nigga
Born to lose, race to win shit, nigga, Forever Trill

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