Genius Freestyle 029

Lyrics

I'm talkin' bad bitches, ain't no half steppin' Niggas get famous, forget to bring their mans with 'em Niggas get money, act like they never had bitches Then they lose focus, look up and all the fans missin' Then the blame everyone 'cept the man in the mirror They get followers and forget all the codes they was followin' Frequently they be losin' people that preach all the honesty Nobody around you to peep all the leeches that's on me I swear my pad thicker, pen game sicker Dick game proper, nickname Poppa Pull up on your bitch and then the whole crew ours Pull up with the shits and then the whole crew powdered Look… shit talkin', we gon' get money Them boys fresh but they not this stunted I ain't got no problems, I don't downplay, homie Ain't no pillow talkin' when them hoes come for me They just cum for me, this is how I'm bummin' We can write your lyrics, let's negotiate somethin' Appropriate or not, when they know he in the spot They get froze up with their nose up, but then nothin' goes from there Weed funky, pack like Anderson Crack like '86, you niggas is baby shit I cannot relate to it, I'm just signin' your lady's tits Then it's on to fellatio Finger fuckin' this world until we come up in this world How dare them niggas tell us that we not ready When the road get rocky, we rock steady I need it ASAP, we elevatin', they stoppin' to stare I need my face back Continue to paint the perfect picture and they can't trace that Pocket full of stones, threw that at a glass house Money I dreamed about, I spent that on my last house So I ain't talkin' outside when I tell them to catch me out How 'bout dat? All eyes glued when I hop out that I was destined to be the greatest when I hopped out dad Mom's was there but how 'bout dad Baby, mind your business, yeah, 'cause we right back Like a bitch on your Instagram who ain't write back Until you got that K behind your numbers, it's like that That's how they live, that's how they act Wish I could embarrass all of these hoes, what's their @s? I hate these apps, she want D so she distract But I'm guilty 'cause I react But I don't lack and I don't slack My excuse, I'm just a man Got that down pat so break down pack It's ironic that it's perfect 'cause we don't practice And I still kicked ahhhhh take out my business, nigga, fuck it It's lit