Sorrows Freestyle

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Fucked up with my best shorty simpin' for the broads Crushed when she discovered that her nigga was a whore I said I'm 22, I never did this shit before I was lost, with Phony Ppl gettin it on tours Young dummy, quick to hit it with no remorse Then diss the bitch, I'm sorry for my temper I'm a Taurus, you annoyin' I sent this shit to Tiller and he called me like "I feel this" Wouldn't think that he would steal it but it's business Be a fool to take it personal Shit is never shade Cause the ones tryna play ya be the same niggas worshipped you Shame it ain't work for you Shit, I'm living great Not engaged in with the lames and celebs you celebrate Kissing ass for attention, flickin' pictures for a name When they ain't writin' iller when a pen'll hit the page Soulect singer niggas sit 'em in their Gravez No NY emcee can pen a hit as hot as me I'm Dyme-A-Jeter Flexin' on Felicia text, she flexible I keep her on her toes like a ballerina Said she's an aspiring singer If it ain't bout the throat, I ain't tryna see her I don't R&B her No kisses, no hickies, no make up on collars Hoe, I need the dome strictly Know the dick fire when she call the phone tipsy Knowin' that my shorty know my code, hoes risky Man, keepin it a band I been ya sensei Damn, sonned you from the 'net since I was 16 Fam, socked 'em in his shit and he was 6'5 Never been a punk nigga, fuck a ripped jean, damn Threw it back I can't believe the way it's rippling Tommy switch it with the choppa make this shit sing Like it's *NSYNC Borrowed that bar from Jack Harlow Y'all hardly go hard, go against me Cheese told me we gon' blow up eventually You should be in Roses & Bentleys Givin' roses for his six feet I be going hard for another six weeks Industry is shady but the clique deep Time for a new Presi' got you impeached Since we need another head for the feat I need a arm and a leg how I'm bodying this shit (SHEESH!) Just practice Name another nigga doin' it like Dyme Just askin' You need to tap back in Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Stumblin' drunk tho 'Til I be with a thick bitch Said don't give a fuck and I ain't sorry for this shit Cuz my bitch in Miami for New Years, holidays & Christmas And this shit gettin' lonely I can't take fires of this shit I try not to tell our business Lil' nigga why you run to Twitter like a boy? Spillin' over cuz them feelings is ignored Fuck your bitch gettin' visible when I score Why you still treating this shit like it's a sport? This is practice! Just practice Name a nigga do it like Dyme Just askin' You need to tap back in GO 2