Freestyle Lyrics

I used to dream about that all black Maybach

When I was a jitt, on the corner with the wavecap

Tryin' to escape this violence

We dyin' with our hands up

Misusing their power

Man I'm so fed up

Cause only Lord knows I could be next

Made it from the O, I was posted in them projects

Now I'm worried about my album, I am a prospect

Now I need to sit back, reflect, man I'm so blessed

Stop arguin' with these bitches, that is so vex

I got my heart broke, it taught me love less

Posted in the basement, I'm with Pyrex

All my niggas on the way to the Forbes List

Baby know I'm chosen

She want me to show love is frozen

See it on my face, I'm so broken

We do it over and over again

I was on that gang gang shit

Way before the fame, way before I had a stick

I was on that gang gang shit

Had to grow up fast, man I had to get a grip

Cause I knew it was more to life

Gotta' ride round with the Fye

It only come with jail or the price

It only come with jail, suicide

Even when I was broke I ain't never had my hand out

Now she actin' different when a nigger got their bands out

I don't smoke weed but these racks is so loud now

Let shorty tell it, she's my biggest fan now

Do you love me or the bust down?

Do you love me cause I'm up now?

Did you love me when I was stuck, wow?

Roaches turned to double R's

Fast cars

Expensive broads

We was on the block, never heard of ya'll

Saying ya'll was spinnin' but wasn't involved

I just pray to the sky that them angels 'gon ride

I just pray to the sky that them angels 'gon ride

Now I got to stay on my P's and Q's

Ridin' around nigga with a fuckin' tool

I can't lose my life nigga, lose my cool

If I get caught lackin' they 'gon bust the move

But these niggas could never catch me slippin' though

Five percent's, yeah on my window (Can't see)

Pray a nigga run up, I go beast mode

He 'gon drop dead on arrival

I went through traumatic shit when I'm in this life

I went through traumatic shit when I was a child

Way before eighteen, boy I had to bust that Fye

Way before eighteen, man I could have lost my life

But these angels protect this, slidin' with my weapon

Nigga who 'gon check me, huh?

I know they resent me

I ain't go to college but I'm skrrrt in a Bentley

Let him meet his maker

I'll catch a body then go straight to Jamaica

It's kinda' ironic cause my parents from Trinidad

Savage of the savage, love me now because I'm chasing bags

Cause these niggas flexin' money and these bands in they pocket

Remember I was broke I ain't have it in my wallet

Catch me in the club, on my dick yes she Joc'n

Man I feel like Future, man I really got that power

I need my respect, 2016, I was talkin' about that big Patek, Philippe

I really something like a vet, all these little rappers, man, I swear to God they under me

I swear to God

I know how it is to be down

When you ain't got no way out

And all they care about is clout