Westside Boogie Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #068

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[Intro: Justin Credible and Boogie] Let's get it It's Power 106, you know what time it is, man Big lit Justin Credible, Sour Milk Compton's in here, LA's in here, man Home team Yeah, home team I told niggas, "Stop playin' with me" this year Boogie, we here We here, man First freestyle of 2019 with the LA Leakers, man We're happy to have you Everything's for Sale, thank you for having me, man Let's get to it, Everything's for Sale, you know what it is Let's do what we came to do, man Ay, man, it's big lit Big lit Yo, yo Yo, yo Woah Yeah [Verse: Boogie] I ain't lose my friends to see y'all playin' with my culture I used EBT to buy this chip that's on my shoulder Could lock me all alone and put me in a room that's soundproof I ain't gotta talk, you know my actions gon' speak volumes Scary when they crowd you and don't really wanna be with you It's scary as your block when you got oppas when they creepin' through It's scary as the pressures from the nigga that believe in you It's scary as the ex that you done told all of your secrets to Shit, it's me and you, I been famished every motherfuckin' day Diss my granny if she stand in front my motherfuckin' way Everybody K, nigga I done tapped in A whole 'nother frequency I'm screaming, "Who want static?" I done had it all all You don't like to talk facts 'cause you emotional You got open wounds so you don't like how they be pokin' you My mama sold cans to see her son become disposable I pray this black cloud I got don't make me less approachable Oh, we killin' our own and we killin' our cubs They sippin', shit, to them, blood ain't thicker than mud I'm grippin' the tip of this roach until my fingers is nubs I pray I finish this hurt before I finish my drugs, woah Shit, I go with anything except my second mind You ain't flexin' when you niggas out here stretchin' lies Shit, the steps it took me get here was mesmerized A bed of lies, I ain't slept, yeah, I been better, I-- I pray that I don't knock my section off A loose connection, and leave my blessin's lost Like, when I picture y'all, why the aesthetic off? The niggas y'all say next ain't really next at all, I dead 'em all Hold up, wait a minute, you niggas thought I was finished Your favorite rapper cappin', he told you he independent My feature price done went up, well, nigga, sure did my spendin' Woah, it's fourth and inches, now you niggas wanna kick it Man, don't ask me 'bout a list and ask me 'bout my top three, nigga Lemme see, nigga, me, me, and me, nigga My baby mama know my life good if I'm at peace with her You know your roots bad, you only talkin' when I leave, nigga Reachin' new heights and I grew my lifestyle If Rihanna post my album, I'ma shoot my shot now It go, free my nigga Wee, my fool still ain't got trial Boogaloo, then calm down, my fools still'll go wild Oh, I ain't got no comp, just niggas I let breathe, uh You dog all your niggas to me, that's a pet peeve, woah, shit Yeah, we call that shit timing, how my idols turn to rivals We just call that realignment, woah You don't owe shit, you let your soul come kidnap you You ain't with the shit, you let your label bitch slap you I been had this train of thought, my shit just got derailed man LA Leakers, nigga, Everything's for Sale, god damn! [Outro: Justin Credible and Boogie] Let's go Boogie's here, baby It's lit, man, tell niggas stop playin' with me, man Everyone get out the way for 2019 Tell niggas stop playin' with me, man That's the thing about these LA emcees, man When they step to the microphone, you know what time it is, man Real hip hop shit Brother, we thank you New album available everywhere I appreciate you, man Everything's for Sale Thank you, it's lit Power 106, LA Leakers, and we number one for hip-hop Yeah, yeah