Billion Streams Freestyle

Said that my bitch was gay, got a billion streams, I'm a mainstream rapper

He shot coke in SoHo House, my brodie a mainstream trapper

Come around us and get deaded, they fuck for free, we don't pay these badders

Don't get it confused, it's ninety percent grind, ten percent talent

I wanna get paid and stay out the way, so what's with all of the chattin'?

If I'm feelin' sad, then how do the opps feel? Bro, I can only imagine

I'm somehow still not used to the lifestyle, but I'm slowly adaptin'

I'm plannin' the exit route, I ain't tryna be thirty years old and rappin'

Call me a cheat but I own up to it, so you can't call me a liar

I never took drugs, all I did was sell them, so you can't call me a buyer

If I die before I get rich, you can call me broke, but at least I tried

I'm not the type to hide my emotion, even though I'm a G, I cry

There's pros and cons to the life that I live

so I may never find a companion

I'm too rich to go back and forth with a bitch 'bout a misunderstandin'

And I'm too rich to go back and forth with the opps, they don't get a reaction

I came from the trenches, now I'm expensive, hittin' a bitch from the Hamptons

Remember the times when the line weren't ringing, I never had nobody callin'

Like eight in the mornin', police storm in, they're not gonna give you a warnin'

I'm missin' the times I would walk down Shoreditch without fans recordin'

The first time that I stepped in a bando, bro, I was only a school kid

We're growin' up quick in the part that I come from, runnin' around like orphans

I was fourteen havin' sex, no condom, thinking about an abortion

My dad was homeless with four children, he can't even afford them

I love that man, but I can't remember the last time I even saw him

I think I need spiritual cleansing, I think I need a honourable mention

For everythin' I did for the ends and

the things that I did for the mandem, uh

Bae, don't die for your BBL, I don't even find it attractive

My hair ain't done, if I take off my hat

this bitch might think I'm a catfish

I ain't flawless, I been through traumas, baby, of course I'm foolish

But I'm not stupid, I moved mum out the hood before I went jewellers

I went OT on New Year's Eve, I never came back till August

I sat in a trap with a crackhead smokin' crack and it made me nauseous, huh

I got zero trust, broad day robbery's regular here

Civilians watch and don't do nothin', it might get long if a hero come

Which one, fear or love? I think 'bout bro and start tearin' up

All of the opps are broke and rubbed, I want them dead but that's near enough