FreeStyle 2 Lyrics

Hallucinating off money, I've been seeing devils

They tell me it's my time, but I ain't seen bezels

She was telling me, I want you, yeah, you do it better

She said, when she see me, yeah, she get wetter

Told me, hop in the stu

Man, look where it led us

I've been trying to stop, talk it to y'all bitches, man, I'm fed up

She told me she love me for me, man, I know it's a setup

I done sold a hundred pints

Im trying to sell a hundred records

I done sold a hundred grams, man, I'm trying to sell a hundred records

Yeah they hate to see you win what the fuck should we all lose?

They need to let that lil' boy Pesoo out, he eatin on that dog food

I'm only five feet, but I stand up on you like a tall dude

Last night I talked to God, he told me mama proud of you

Used to make some money, now he laying on that road, that's what powder do

Used to sip a pint, now I got a box, and I got some fucking cali too

I'm just disappointed, what the fuck you mean? I ain't sad at you

Even though you crossed me, I ain't gon sit around and be mad at you