Freestyle

Real nigga, self made, that's straight up
 I don't walk in the door 'til them niggas pay up
 Niggas start trippin'
 We bust, they duck, they run, they stuck, they homie hit, they fucked
 Nigga, that's how it go in the hood
 Mike see the hood, hit up on the store in the hood
 You can catch me on the 8 or on the 4 in the hood
 On the bike runnin' from the popos in the hood
 Went months without cable 'cause my momma wasn't able
 Now I'm stacking paper, tryna sign the homies to the label
 Niggas stay hatin' and I stay bangin'
 I never gave a fuck or caught fades in my braces
 The game is so basic
 You probably think it's complicated
 'Cause most of these niggas mindsets is discombobulated
 My bad, sorry for the big ass words
 Flyin' on jets that look like big ass birds
 I fuck with gangsters, strippers, rich ass nerds
 Nigga, this that herb
 Let me hit that purp
 That bitch you wit', I hit that first
 I heard your girl from the flip, yeah, that bitch got burnt
 Half of these niggas lyin' 'bout all the niggas they murked
 I'm a G 'til I'm buried six-feet under the dirt
 Yeah, my momma all sad that I'm never at home
 And my daddy all happy that I'm finally on
 Pushaz Ink, all I know is Pushaz Ink to the dome
 I got shooters, them niggas only think with the chrome
 I'll sneak in your home
 Yup, I used to be a flock boy
 I grew up breaking the rules 'cause I was listenin' to Hot Boys, bitch