Tim Westwood Freestyle

Yo, yo yo
Yo, yo, yo yo
Harlem
Westwood
London, what's up?
Uh

I can still hear you screaming, "Neighborhood"
Dirt gang, when you see me, why they hate on cuz?
I just sent you a song, was waiting on your verse
We was doing a tape together, they ain't know your worth
Nobody told me after Freaky died, it's gon' get worse
They ain't understand your vision
You spoke for all them nights I was starving
We shaking prison but they hate that you did it, uh
I asked you how to start a clothing line
You had me out on Slauson
Blue Laces was my shit, the blueprint to being bosses
You created that
Remember when you played that beat for Clarity?
You gave out so much free game, that shit was charity
You was at my birthday, my mother asked me about you
She used to ask what my shirt say
Ma, this is Crenshaw
I'm supporting my brother reminding me of myself
Motivating me from the [?], invited me to your videos
I was smoking marathon, O.G. with you
Every time I touched down in L.A., I wanted to meet with you
Me and Red smoking flight right in the parking lot
Fatts had me in the store putting me a pack together
Uh, I'ma listen to you raps forever
On the real, fuck how they feel, Victory Lap was better
South Central ain't gon' never feel the same
You got me scared 'cause it ain't too many of us left
"Go get that bread, cuz," that's what you said before you left
We had a
You ain't nothing like these rap niggas
Told me stay dangerous, don't let 'em see you react, nigga
Called your phone crying, laughing when you slapped that nigga
You just told me, "Congrats, East, I heard you acting, nigga"
They killing kings, I no longer wanna chat with niggas
If I could ask God for something, just give me back my niggas
If I could ask God for something, just give me back my niggas

Neighborhood
Nip
Nip, miss you cuzzo

Got some more shit
Let's see if I got some more shit
It's my first time in London, bro

Uh, you probably thought the label was gon' shelf me
You prayed that this paper never helped me
Posted up by the mailbox without a mail key
Exotic weed a creed if you ever smelled me
I don't wanna die young, I wanna die wealthy
Niggas asking for the most help ain't never helped me
Blew a brown flag in it, you think I'm getting to it?
Well, that's accurate
Acura slide, ain't need no passengers
Bubble Goose, wasn't no computer when it's trouble, shoot
Money made my dick hard, honestly fell in love with loot
Mathematics supreme, knowledge of wisdom
Understanding culture, know power'll get you killed, son
Uh, equality God
Built and destroyed on the job, shit get tighter than WonderBras
I come from the slums, had to walk when we wanted cars
Couldn't afford that shit that y'all wearing, that made me wanna rob
That pressure get applied you know your son involved
You so nervous, phone in your pocket, don't wanna call
Feds is lurking, I know they watching, I wanna ball
Plug fronted 50, I need a 100, I'm starving, dawg
Drop it in the pot, cannonball, somersault
September to April, we pump and take the summer off
May, June, July, August living lawless
In Georgetown, I really was recruited by the Hoyas
Maneuver through the border
My man from Cuba, I told him that you could get deported
What if Tookie coulda saw this?
No bakery, we was cutting cookies by the quarter
Nigga ratted in New York, picked up and took his shit to Florida
Depressed faces, they sad, mad I actually did it
The homie died, I went and tatted my nigga
Pinky ring it, me and four ladies at lunch
Got attitudes like they came on the bus, can't make this up
Cigar smoke lingering
Gun on me large, it's not medium
Just got off them papers, he smoking weed again
They was calling me broke
Get shot over that Nautica boat
I'm a wolf, never call me the goat
They all wanna know

Survival on the way, you heard?
Harlem, man, East Side, we here
Rest in peace, Nipsey Hussle
Rest in peace, Freaky
Rest in peace, Mugga
Free Trav, free Scrap
Free Bloody, free all my G's behind that wall, man
Westwood, London, you know what's going on
Harlem