blood money freestyle

yeah i saw cole spit, what the fuck of it

flow so hot you keep it in the oven

and right about now im pretty damn baked

it makes it easier when im high and gotta meet fakes

i promised to never cry when pops dies

not focus on his death but how he lived life

i know we weren't on best terms but he still brought home

the food and my dough and he did it alone

broke like a record but we're posted in the suburbs

no locks on the door we keep a pistol in the cupboard

you aint know it was like that

grow up in hayward and you learn to just fight back

i fight back the tears cuz in my darkest years

i was just a kid and mama hid all of her fears

from me, she scared some mexicans would jump me

not knowing that they already taking lunch money from me

damn honey, lets talk about something else

cuz im feeling choked up talking bout all this hell

now im hella happy and im hella rapping

my confidence is higher than when they tried to build babel

so i know you think im crazy cuz im tryna slip my tongue in

funny how you dont even trip too busy comin

to your senses, don't even know me

but you walk around the fences thinkin of ways to love me

 

 

and im back at it, like a crack addict

give me another beat ill take a crack at it