Gutta Soulja - Freestyle In the city

See I’m from the city… Where if a nigga get greedy… They gone call that nigga green… Cuz he just tryna eat… But everybody tryna eat… So they watchin yo pocket like.. When is he gonna fall off… See I’m from a city where niggaz do u creep.. Ain’t no code outchea Ain’t no rules outchea.. It’s everybody for themselves… I call it crabs in the bucket… Cuz when u try to make it out… A nigga tryna keep u from making it out that bucket… So I’m like fuck it… I won’t let em cross the line… This little light of mine… Ima have to let it shine.. Cuz if a nigga get outta line… He better play blind… Cuz once that switch go off ain’t no pressing rewind.. This ain’t no game… no 360.. This a Glock 40… this ain’t no 380… Da streets fucked up I like the glocks cuz they ain’t got no safety… Stay on the side walk don’t even cross the street… I’m swimming in the water… u ain’t into deep… Until u come swim with me… Who want smoke come and try to smoke with me… U gone be a pack my niggaz smoking… U won’t make it back in the morning… I got Russian ks them bitches foreign.. ARP’s them shyt boring… I rather pull up with mop stick.. I ain’t Chinese but we keep them chop sticks.. This that mop music.. I rap that mop shyt.. My baby momma say I’m toxic.. Toxic Toxic… 762 ain’t no stopping… They screaming Stop it.. Stop it.. I knew the opps ain’t bout shyt… Cuz niggaz know if a nigga run up ima pop shyt.. What’s a g… to a p… what’s a G to a F.. I’m the realest ain’t no sweat… They the creepest ain’t no threat… At yo neck like key sweat.. At yo aihh like a quarterback… She got my back like a running back… I caught that ball… ima run it back Touchdown… when I come around.. I touchdown.. like I’m on the browns..