Joey Purp Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #059

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[Verse] Now I say Father forgive me, world raised me a sinner Mama raised me a lover, daddy raised me that nigga When I was born I was told, 'Son, shine on them niggas' I just left the dealership, I'm headed straight to the dealer And I'm in love with the cocoa but my lil' bitch is vanilla I don't talk to the popo, 'round here we poppin' at snitches I got a bitch wit' extensions and a clip wit' extensions Sendin' bread to my brethren in case the sentence extended Ok my daddy used to whip the dope, mama used to hit the dope Police knockin' at my do', taught me everything I know I still love a Taylor Rooks type 'cus it's just somethin' 'bout it Talkin' pounds on my cellphone, don't know nothin' 'bout 'em He snitchin', fuck him, send 'em shooters out and red dot him Molly in a water bottle, call that that holy water Gasoline in a baby bottle, I say that a lot Plug called my phone, said he gone, guess he closin' shop Now if I had mo' money I would get to these millions I know love is expensive, all I got is expenses I want that paper the worst way, club goin' up on a Thursday Been catchin' fades since the first grade, I got that cake, it's my birthday Ok I know a couple niggas poppin' pills like Tylenol Drill everybody in the crib unless yo' child is home I won't stop until I see a couple hunnid hunnid bands I be out west but I don't bop, do the money dance Buy yo' bitch a ticket, take a trip and hit the south of France Took half a Percocet, I'm gon' take another half I get money underhand, I still got the upper hand I ain't got no paperwork, I know what I'm up against Young Purple for president, Scarface with the pelicans I'm just tryin' to elevate, out here tryin' to understand I'm the trendin' topic, bitch, tryin' to find the hood for this I don't need no hook, bitch, I'm still on that hood shit I'm smokin' that good shit, I'm back on that bullshit I just booted up again, shawty got that good shit Tap it like a telegram, I could give the sun a tan Had to run it up again, I just got a good bitch I just got the good girl, I just hope the hood switch Whip ain't got no gas tank, but I'm in the fast lane And grippin' on the wood grips and the whole city know me Know me 'cus they smokin' on me, call me when you lookin' for me Purple Yeah Young