Venting Freestyle (Explicit)

Look, I done seen more weight in a gym rat with a drug plug, Coke in the celling fan, chop in the bathtub, grew up on the east.

every, plate had a crub crust.

Now my neck, rocky, like salon.

Throw them gloves up, ran through the dirt came, back in designer every, flip, got me closer to a ghost in a recliner.

Nigga, I'm a stepper, put this metal to your apple, no reminder, letter, ring like in a church.

lime im married to the choir.

Ain't impressed by the talk.

Most of you niggas squill say yall shot shit, but I ain't never come up on no kills.

I was in that kitchen stressing.

Turn the bubble up on crills.

Now, I ball on the court.

with a tech like a shaquille.

Fuck the fame.

I want the bricks and the power getting rich over snow like a ghost in the shower.

told shorty hold the weight like she working on that bow flex.

ridindg with this pump, it ain't just for my bow legs.

Nigga, I've been known since this trauma hit my soul at 13 used to stash this 38 in my 32 jeans.

Now I'm sending out the packs like an Amazon team.

Niggas bring me back the profit.

Nigga plug with a scheme.

Get your jar rewired.

Out, here for talking reckless, where im from theses lil niggas a stretch you over your taxes.

I don't write no more.

I confess over these records.

Every bar get to swing it.

like a preist in the confessors.

I'd a turn pain to product I could stand on.

now the trap just like the office every bag, got a stamp on.

Nigga, I been hot.

I ain't never had the clamp on, your bitch call me mechanic, how I torch her the clamp on.

All of my shooters got these demons that they be fighting.

I'll be sleeping with a k like, a militant indictment, gave my youngin 10 Ps.

he went dumb over night.

now he cleaning out the field.

like his1st name was Dyson and I ain't nothing like these rapper guys.

I don't do an image.

My life's been a set up 1st the L then sentenceI seen crack in a jar before I saw independence now I'm serving white fans.

like they play it for the pistols.

I'm the voices of the corners, but the fans don't record it.

Used to pack out the crivc now.

I'm cleaning out the foreign tryna dodge ever casy.

Like my 1st name was Warren, still pitching like im randy.

With a glove and a warning.

This ain't rap.

It's redemption, in motion.

Crackpots, bubble, like the bass line.

This 40 hold the heat like it's fresh up out the oven.

I don't shoot for the stars.

I put them niggas in the dungeon.

Now I'm in these meetings in these streets with these plugs out of Dubai, told then niggas stack a starve.

they salute when I ride, all facts no facade.

It's a real nigga guide.

I got stripes in the field.

Like a ref on the side, the god.