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I'm finna make another hit while I'm rappin on this bitch
Post onna gram they just acting for a skit
Gotta make more money man I gotta get rich
Gotta put the fam up put my momma inna hills
Put my momma in the hills but I can't sign a deal
Individual by myself keeping all the mils
Too much going on ain't got no time for the feels
Why they say I gotta stop I might OD onna pills
This a freestyle really venting to the mic
If you want me come n get me get me dead or alive
Because I know where I'm going I ain't trippin if I die
While I'm still breathing man I still gotta try
Everyday when I wake up first I say a blessing
Thank you for the day made a way out of depression
I can't lie still smoke a lil weed every session
It don't take away the pain but it slow down all the stressin
Don't lie think you like me no you really ain't
I don't think they really get the picture that I paint
Mortal men can't save you no I'm not a saint
Honestly I'm just trynna show you where I really rank
Okay for real I was talking to my brother just the other day
Now we getting paid on the road made another play
Focused on the goal I ain't worried what a nigga say
Backdoor shut I ain't going for another snake
Don't don't don't play wit him
Thirty on his hip n you know that bitch stay wit him
Just got it n he took it onna stain wit him
Fed business we was gone jumpin onna plane wit him
Back inna day we was playing with them fake triggas
Keep me out the streets I was hanging with them gang members
Nowadays if I see him better not have his chain wit him
IF I catch him with his friend BOP BOP gettin slain wit him
Honestly I ain't even gone lie I'm switching topics
Two K book a flight we gon fly out to the tropics
Do you really hear me speaking clearly no ebonics
Can't talk onna phone they record through electronics
Only going where it's legal no jail overseas
Take walks while I smoke mix blunts with the breeze
I know it's really hard but I make it look easy