Swerving solo freestyle

Whats done at night it always come to the light And every plane comes to the end of its flight Shame on you muthafuckas living in spite Its seems like, dont nobody gotta answer for shit Aint we all had to go thru some cancerous shit Laugh as i hit this cancerous stick Thinking im the goat you add all intangibles With Experiences that made me stand a g i sit Play me out with, a tupac hit or t.i shit Who’d believe i get, somewhat bigger than my britches nigga I was just picking out my switches with the smallest stem Banging on the tallest rim Beefing with my nigga that was tall and slim I gave it all to him and nigga look what i got Still holding down the same spot Salute the G, brand new coupe the G Born in a horror movie nigga cant spook the G Remember whoopty whoop first got on whooptidee And niggas still aint bout shit, still run they mouth still sitting in the house pissed Still in the bricks broke Bouta brake them bricks down Still give the bricks hope Im chilling round these rich folks Drinking good great smoke All black suede 4s Lil cup of Cuervo swervin round solo Need niggas no more