Well Prepared
• Written by Freddy-Trigger420
Freddy-Trigger420's Notes
I wrote this rap when I was just chilling in the traphouse. I worked on it all night. Just a little flow on how 2018 made me feel. Would appreciate some feedback if it ain't too much to ask for.
Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit
Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket
Best rapper on the planet
I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket
I'm the realest to ever do this rap shit
And u can't stand it
Yall niggas better act right
Need to stop acting like women
I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children
Don't tell me that u dope but you haven't sold it
No less profit, themed when we drop shit.
I mean fuck it
I ain't got much to lose
Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos
Hating on my team until they see we won't lose
I dont need the sauce cause nigga I got the juice
Try to spend a day in my shoes
I promise your feet gonna stink
Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised
I ain't grow up in the ghetto
But I grew up in the hood
I grew up a fucking screw up
But I always did what I should
Sick and tired of these niggas
tryna make me their bitch
Lying to yourself, all over an image
My head fucked up
I think I got a concussion
These drugs are getting to my head
And homie I ain't fronting
Take a shot to the head
Sipping on a bottle of Barcadi.
It's a new year
So we gon have a party
Pay homage to a God, bitch fall on your knees
Don't fast forward Ima serve you some keys
Everybody on that trap shit
I'm just tryna spit some bars
Middle finger to that mumble rap that shit won't go far
The funny thing is people say them niggas rap
And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that
I ain't tryna get a bad bitch cause nigga I ain't average
I'm a beast I'm a God and a a motherfucking savage
Don't stop the beat because the boy still flowing
It's temporary lust you need an in showing
Smoking on that weed meditating on the haze
Take a hit off the bong my nigga I'm high for days
U might see me skrt like I'm tryna switch lanes
I done been to hell and back and I ain't come out the same.
This a flow for the new year and the new tears
Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs
I been black if you ain't know just in case u want to know
Might go pull a jack move cause I'm tired of being poor.
I beez in the trap where niggas sleeping on the floor
Keep an eye out for the cops they might come knocking on the door.
Fuck fame, I love my fans just a little more
They the reason why I spit my flow hardcore
put out your flame like a cigarette in the ashtray
Mary Jane keeps me high like every day
White mans world that I'm livin' in, some say
Last year was taxing season cause some niggas didn't wanna pay
I'm here to stay in ain't going nowhere
Nigga, I swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare
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Freddy-Trigger420
Member since December 15 2018