403 Freestyle

came up from the bottom

you can see the way i step

i dont give a fuck all em rejects left

these days im at my worst but im also at my best

put that S up on my chest

cuz i know that im the best

but i gotta watch my 6

cuz everybody coppin bliks

everybody rockin in designer fits

all of us consumed by the triple 6

thats the shit i used to wanna be

but now i see the truth of the industry

keep yo shit 100 n the fakes gon want you dead

n you gonna be wanted by the feds

trust nobody unless they like family

cuz they chose to stick wit you through n through

so you know loyalty never gonna be an issue

leave em bitches in the past

so they miss me real fast

but the feelings already faded with the drugs

my heart so cold cant ever show no love

i know that i changed cuz i guess ive had enough

cocaine made a mf so cold

lil pussy boys lookin tough for the gram

but i could fuck they bitch in a second man

cuz ik imma flex at least a hunnid grand

if you wanna talk shit come prove what you about

cuz these mfs actin rich but talkin like they broke

those the mfs in the city that are laughed at like a joke

its why i gotta flex up im a king without a crown

get my bread up n its never goin down

came back to my hometown

i be rockin round downtown

all these feds be on my ass

but imma still end up swervin in the whip prayin that ion crash

got 120 on the dash

yeah i grew up real fast

i cant ever fuckin lack

so i always keep a weapon

but boy trust me these hands gon do you worse

ill still put you in a hearse

you can tell that i changed by every verse

every word

my past just sittin on the curb

suicide is on my mind but its way too easy

proves the haters right that aint gonna be me

all these bitches on my dick but i keep that on the low

got all these drugs up in my nose

sippin on that lean n double cuppin

catch you in the head gonna leave you with a concussion

dont think that im scared to get to bussin

ARs bussin out the coupe

clear the blocc out just to catch a few

mothafuck you n yo whole crew

imma pop out at yo party watch me pull up with my crew

imma swerve up in a rarri n all yo bitches gonna move

she gonna be all up on me

cuz the cash on me

cuz the racks on me

diamonds on my wrist lookin way too icy

i be lookin way too pricey

i be so fuckin hype g

talkin like you all that

you a whiteboy from the suburbs playin football tryna act thug

tryna act tough

you done messed with a real ass blood

fakeboy fucked with a real ass thug

he cant aim for shit

20 shots from a Co2 blik

n only one hit

now you talkin like you top shit

if i had a blik that day youd be lyin in yo grave

so dont go talkin like you know me you just know my name

lil bitches talkin hot shit

but it all be on the gram

i be tellin them to pull up if the find out where i am