Nick Grant Freestyle - LA Leakers Freestyle #141

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[Verse 1: Nick Grant] Life is funny they respect who would lie in they face Then turn around and disrespect who would die in they place The more gray hairs the more you realize your mistakes Death is traumatizing, I'm the wide-eyed child at the wake Rather ask for forgiveness than permission Streets are promiscuous, they fuck us over in these trenches From where they ran base with short stops swinging for fences Back when Benzes was symbols for drug dealer visions, twisted I'm from where niggas' feet are planted but the flowers don't bloom Shame when my friends saw my parents fight after school I just looked up to the sky while niggas stared at my blues It made me insecure, why I wasn't controlling these rooms Project nigga starving I just see hope in this pantry Relationships gon' always fold if there's no understanding, yeah that's a quote from my granny That was my heart, that was my rock and I took her for granted You fall in love with these streets you's a hopeless romantic, crackers treat us short of the standard Clutching ya' handle, bitch I thought you was tough but you panicked They out here busting I can't make this up You either pussy or G but either way you fucked I was so lost and misguided ain't know which way to trust Now I pull up and make the neighbors blush And bitches beg to spend the night like they my favorite cousin Marginalized, still we healing from these paper cuts Even when riding public transit I was trained to bust Nose-job on the barrel I had to face destruction I learned young man, the loudest niggas ain't 'bout nothing I'm living in color, tell 'em meet me at the weigh-in brother For real a hustler, don't believe these rappers they dreaming, all this shit, fictitious Got ya' bitch on the couch, switching positions, like a Simpson All I see is green, Donnie Simpson, bet that If you ain't mean to kill him you ain't really urned him like, nepotism I grew up with shooters, looters, hustlers with stash spots Ya' legs don't match ya' mouth, don't get ya' ass shot Every verse is out the glass jar, worried faces like, Pac in his last photograph if you ask Hoe, I died a legend Mafia presence, mob ethics Need a model with Solange essence, wild child negligence what's ya' preference? It's either I fuck wit' you or don't fuck wit' you Vision clear like Mrs. Huxtable, still untouchable nigga This how you flow when you lived through shit A lot of niggas came and went but I'm still that shit A lot of movies in the making nigga film that shit I box 'em in with these quotes like a yearbook pic Competition who? Tell 'em don't get involved Cocaine killer flow, one size fitting all All them styles I got they praying a nigga fall Home of the skinny niggas that shop at the big and tall Real nigga seminar, slimmer but Biggie Smalls Don't deal wit' no clown hoes but they juggle the dick and balls, I'm still at war New drop slam the top like a flip phone Niggas chewing dick for the bread, I call that bitcoin From where they slide on you, I come from the trigger pop Where the feds come and have younguns running like nigga not Life's a bitch but they flirting with death to get aroused Gotta draw the line 'tween you and 'nem 'cause shit is foul, damn Like a art show I draw the tool first I disagree when they said the slums a true curse Dice game, next thing niggas heard, was a tool burst You get ya' man but watch 'em spin the block like they Kool Herc Easy work, easy work, easy work [Verse 2: Nick Grant] I know ya' heard I'm from a southern land Uh, I'm the man fuck ya' other man Niggas out here big capping like they Uncle Sam Niggas out here bankrupt tryna money-dance Hold up, shit'll get ugly mister lover man Shabba, you see the shit a nigga up against? I'm timeless, just surviving through them sucker trends I'm back jumping like the younger Vince Who let the haters in the lovers' den Where triggers squeeze and they hug the strip I'm Gucci nigga please don't attempt That mean I got the G's in this bitch The big body, ain't no Lil' Cease in this bitch I pass through like I lead the league in assists It's going up like George and Weezy in this bitch It's mapped out in case one of these niggas trip I feel like Yeezy wit' a sample how I make it flip Know that, I park the new shit catty-corner Told her I'ma wear her out I'm a fashion junkie Flow coke pure like I got a bag from Tony Leave no prints when they shoot and hit the apple on ya' I'm such a threat that my success could hurt feelings But ain't nobody fucking wit' me boy I'm third-wheeling All my niggas used to pitch like Curt Schilling The fish-fry killer, leave you on a shirt nigga Know that, got intuition never went to college Laughing in these banks, I could pull a slimmer Tyra All these bitches in the casa, I'm dripping salsa When I put this game on her it's a chimichanga When I get the call it got ya', I'm in the tropics I ain't never been nowhere, bitch I'm from the projects Know my niggas gon' ride, O.J. in the Bronco I like all my women smart but they coming topless Bend it over spread it open fuck me like some gossip I don't drip bitch I splash on 'em this is spa shit Snub-nose ringing off like it's Dennis Rodman Bad bitch get dolled up baby this is child's play, yeah Down the highway listening to Sade I was never lazy but they looking sideways Yeah you know the vibe baby hit a lick, how it taste [?] and wash ya' hands as she hand me my plate Hold on, I'm a freedom fighter, success is how I compete with rivals The nigga who could barely read became a genius writer [?] Giovanni and Givenchy [?] Different from these critics and ignorant feature write-ups The overseer told the slave to read the Bible, jealousy could feed a psycho My nigga listen I never wanted to be like Michael I'm too persistent like tryna fuck a freak on her cycle Another lost when the sirens bleed through the night 'do Befriending white folks But granny told me don't mix those colored wit' white clothes Somehow I chose integrity over ya' light-show I had to be in before the spark of the light pole Never have I stood on tables of label execs 'Cause everything ain't 'bout yo' money, just play wit' a check The more you independent the more they dangle a check Marketers don't pay attention to what they say on the net I talk what I know 'do, more sauce on risotto If I leave I bet they miss me like Ye in the Polo Fuck rich I'm talking wealthy as Russ doing yoga Country nigga I get love from the Gump to the Noya Carolina nigga but shit even Brooklyn know us Shout to all the women that knew me before the glow-up You were lessons to treat the future one like the FLOTUS Life is precious I could feel my auntie getting older One just lost a child, and I provide a shoulder For oceans of tears, no bridge big enough to get over her My pen bleeds memories of fallen soldiers, I told ya' Nigga this for the culture nigga, uh Fuck the internet I'm into net worth Benevolent being, still I could spot a devil in church, heaven on earth Never force it if it's destined it works Never jealous of another man's possessions, death is a flirt Glad you ain't leaving shit that's what the hood said The only way I dumb it down is a blonde wit' good head Yeah, product of free lunch, take a profit and re-up My soul trained for the bullshit, I'm Don Cornelius Kill the king and burn the mausoleum, only Martin could free us Never take orders from dick-riders and gossip-readers Nigga kill a nigga they IG it People kill a nigga they side wit' evil The nigga that was hating on me's begging for a feature The game is so deceiving, when they show you who they are, please believe 'em LA Leakers