Sick ass freestyle straight nasty with it

im about to start blasting on these snitches know loose lips leave you dead in ditches know all the junkies looking for they fixes prison and rehab aint no fixing him hit you with a flow that is sickening imma wind up picking up the stick again imma end up getting back with the shit again most of fold but me stand 10 so if you wasnt there when i was down dont even ask me how i been swear so many fakes around imma have to start showing them again yeah i commited a few crimes and i got a few hundred sins might just see blood on the top of my tims might just catch me in the lambo woth the spinning rims swear they try to kick me while im down im gonna break they shins get up on my level and see the game through my lens even though i got a thousand losses i never forget my wins even though im frowning and depressed i never forget to grins this is real shit straight from the ballpoint pen when my homeboys call me love is what i send swear if you aint from the struggle we cant be friends and if you wasnt there when i was broke then you aint no kin and if you wasnt in the rain then you wont be with me in the end hit this blunt and blow my problems in the wind my mind is so next level most cant comprehend but then again i stayed real when most bend and i own my ride you can check the vin i abandoned all the fake friends yeah i had to let them fend swear if you fake then we cant even mend but if you real then its same as allways again and again yeah im down now but just wait till i win