Saturday Night Freestyle

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Propain - Rap, Conscious Rap

Saturday Night Freestyle

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[Intro] (Chamberlain, he's coming) Yeah Born to lose, raised to win Man, the difference between me and lotta these niggas is I just ain't gon' fuckin' quit 'til I get where I'm tryna go Real talk Oh, look [Verse] On some death before dishonor talk If I eat, the whole family eat, that shit just common law My dog used to want a quarter pounder to make his summer soft Now this nigga thinkin' a quarter million for the summer off Progression (Yeah), if I'm there, you know some funds involved Couple real niggas, a bunch of summer walks, yeah Shit, it's MOB and these B's up under all We don't do no drama dog, you play, nigga, them guns is drawn Ol' jersey with the Gucci sneaks (Gucci sneaks) Kease in Saint Laurent and Sip rockin' the Louis V's (Ayy) Pockets full, Versace, Ella coat, I look like jubilee (Uh) I made it out the trenches, you only see this shit in movie scenes (Mane) Last year, they thought he's losin' steam (Yeah) Feelin' like I'm DMX, they don't know who we be Now I hit that club up, that jewelry bling, I wink once, I got 'em wet as Scuba Steve Paid in Full vibes, they think we movin' kis, ha (Mm) But we ain't movin' kis It's real estate, some Airbnb's, we really movin' keys (Facts) Bought a clinic, gettin' a cruise is cheap (Facts) I made the crib standin' all of this money like it's just you and me (Mm) Man, I'm tryna use it all (Yeah) I probably die before I lose to y'all I drop the top, make the roof dissolve, it's Pro', the one who made your bitch lose your drawers I went from broke to a killer out the trunk, I rake a roof for all Go shit, now these young niggas call me Houston's Nas A hundred thousand stashed if I fall, if I improve my walls (Yeah) Gettin' paid a beautiful thing when the whole crew involved A wise man told me, "A greedy eater gon' be soon to starve" (Damn) Never had to put on no act, shit, I just used my flaws Money ties my struggle, I get paid to put my truth in bars Niggas signin' these slave deals talkin' 'bout you a boss You don't even own your own name, now go recoup your loss (Haha) Lame ain't the move, I ain't ashamed to 'mit it (Nah) You niggas victims of some major pimpin' (Yeah) I hope you savin' pennies, your big homie bought your ass a chain and now you think you winnin' You owe him five albums, dead man, that's your grave you diggin' (Damn) The pastor say it's time to change my vision Don't get corrupted by the fame and women (Mm), plus I get paid for sinnin' Listen, I pray that God forgive me but I'm chasin' millions Ain't tryna trade the bucks for the saints, I ain't Jameis Winston Damn, but I got great intentions I pay that I don't get so far gone that I can't repent it My daughter watched her daddy leave, that's a tainted image Another broken home, a cycle I just can't prevent it Me and her mama tried it all, but couldn't change our feelin's But still I struggle seein' her family pictures and my ass ain't it I drop her off and we don't talk, this life a strange transition How people go from ride or die to they some strangers with it That same love that bring you close is what create division, hm But my niggas, we gotta switch the direction Your baby mama birth your child and that's your biggest blessin' Regardless of y'all status, even if you not together If you don't do nothin' else, you gotta respect her 'Cause most of our mamas was a baby mama Me and my brother used to get on niggas ass when they play with mama So I couldn't imagine a day that my daugh—

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Credits

Writers
  • Propain
  • Iceman Chamberlain