duppy freestyle

Am underground straight to the Grave Slave to the Game that ain't gonna change I knew that back in the day making great tracks is exactly where my fate at I had to state facts! You hit me you gon get hit next kill you in style no roof when we drop top think it's a joke until we at your door like knock knock Am bout pop my pills and pay my Bill's Dont give a fuck how you feel It ain't a damn thing broke when I get the tools you will get alarmed clock when I hit the snooze ..dont tell me bout internet views coz am running the streets we wasnt brought the same! smoking up the haze am going insane burning up the daze all my days all my days I need to pray stuck in ma ways cooking up the clay they spray and sway then I run away far away madly inlove with the pain telling people you are the main .coz you wanted fame out here trying to build my name bang bang get the fuck out of my face I got a big bag to chase Defy the laws of physics with positive optimism busy cooking at the kitchen snitches are itching you already eating your soul is obviously missing you lost a costly mission catalyst for capitalism devided through religion Eulogy for the youth to listen but the truth is missing. Tim's or Nikes face the tree or get chin checked! Chasing the cheques nigga what the hack focus on your back niggas lack vision its gonna be a blurry season Red eye aiming shot am like the terminator fresh than the harvest on my own I dont need assistance I limit and keep my distance Do more and talk less Let the money talk Diamonds on my neck make a blind blink Dishing out L's like I been to hell and back.