Freestyle

You can think it but dont talk about me I got lighskin killers in the dark around me Niggas left me give a fucc about em Dont feel your energy it cost you just to walk around me Big dog biness Eatin steak not chitlins Only scrap was in my vision wop before he went to prison Drippin on em I put my wifey in givenchis Bussin down a 20 play in credit cards wit different digits It took a year I hit the burbs and left the trenches Rental whips wit switches 40 poppa right there by the engine Flippin credit when i came from flippin pigeons A body later still no answer of course a nigga got to gettin Sike the trunk in the front Only zaza when I roll up a blunt A quarter mill came from the bank off a front I kicced the ball up out my hand like I punt I took his shit because he put up a front