19 Cent Freestyle

Yeah, I could freestyle, but for this dick, you payin' for me

Back when I was locked, bitch, I had the whole gang prayin' for me

And way before that, I had the whole gang sprayin' for me

Heart so fuckin' cold, that's why I'm always stayin' with heat

Hell yeah, I step on necks, but I ain't preyin' on the weak

Hmm, hmm, yeah, huh, huh-uh-uh

I caught a body then I dipped, I feel like Greg Austin (get gone)

They love to type all on keyboards, but in real life get frozen

Don't like to give people advice because I'm too unspoken

We some loose screws, one wrong word, we bust your melon open

Yeah, huh, yeah, huh, huh

I ain't no felon no more, but we still out here pokin'

Bro'nem slide in a 458 from Italy, said it feel like he floatin'

She feel like I'm jokin', .45 pokin' out my jeans, I'm totin'

Give my son the world, make him a God, but I ain't nothin' like Odin

I'm just out here gettin' older, feel like it's gettin' colder

All my life, I been a soldier, I'm from out West, I told you

It ain't nothin' that I ordered, maybe that's what I want you to think

Last time I got fronted was in sixth grade, the dope right under the sink

Really these bitches be ugly to me, that's why all the money be comin' to me

Gang make you fall, then tumble in weeds

Shoot him once in the chest, have him fumble the heat

Bitch, huh, yeah, huh, watch what you say when you're comin' to me

Huh, stackin' all this cash, finna thumb and repeat

Huh, I got so much money, I can't even-, oh, huh, huh, huh

Back in grade school, they used to cap about my mental state

Don't appreciate the fact the bitch ain't never ever straight

I'm straight, but I ain't ever okay, listen to me anyways

I could stack in any backend, get you clapped up any day

I got beef in plenty ways, but still don't got the time of day to

Worry about these opps, and where they sleep, and where they tryna lay

My whoadie told me, "Worry about your cash and where you tryna stay"

See, I ain't ever met my pops, so I ain't have no time to play

Time to lay, think 'bout all these hoes who be tryna play

Games with a cracker, like I don't know what you tryna say

And how I'm feelin' every day, eatin' me up mentally

Chewin' on my soul like I ain't spittin' it out anyway, but

These hoes be lyin' 'bout they pennies, ain't no Hardaway

Got this shit like Tim, I had to get it out the harder way

Back when they went dumb on holidays, I took the smarter way

Dropped my cash on shit that really matters, check my car today

And I got plenty Benjamins, pull up outside your crib again

How could I shoot your friend? I don't know how to make him dead again

And I got many men with many friends who shoot at your head again

He said that I ain't got no money, I pull up with Benjamins (I always wanted a Cadillac)

My Rollie plain Jane, but it's elegant

She celibate, but she gon' drop the neck just for the hell of it

Glock on me sold smoke, I'm inhalin' it

And it's open end for anybody who can handle it

Zaza in the air, this shit so strong, you need a candle-lit

Turn his brain to chicken noodle soup, on some Campbell's shit

Man, run-

Run the beat back

I can't fuck a treesh, my resume, I ain't expandin' it

Hop out screamin' when I up the Glock like I was crammin' it

I can't scam, 'cause I like walkin' down with that lil' blammer bit'

She a fan, so if I fuck, I'm gettin' it on cam' a bit

Spent my whole life tryna chase after some bigger shit

They say free they dog, he gon' be out, I heard he there for vandalism

Huh, damn (what the fuck?)

Internet cappin' for the clout, in real life, he ran from switches

Frrt, frrt, sco', sco'

Got so many switches, like my granny when she mad at children

Wow, wow, baow, baow

L's got my mind runnin' races, need to pop a Ritalin

Tuh, wow (blaow)