You really gots to feel me, these Nigas actin' silly, wasting all this fukin' breath, but ya'll still don't hear me.
Hmm You know the kind who claimin' to wine and dine you all the time, thinkin' later on they can get you back to they krib to recline. Ya see these nigas really kill me with this unreal shit. Like these fake ballin' nigas who be claiiming they rich- knowin' thier last bank statement read 18 cents.
I'm a true negro fella, soarin' with class, a baller has to do a double take if he ever looks past. Don't need to brag about my house on the hilly, while eatin' cheese steak all up in Philly, or even how I do my shoppin' sprees always in Italy.
I don't fuck around with simple as people, the niggas I deal with be bustin like Rhymes.
Jump in the Ranger, just to load up the clip and the 9 , and roll up to a spot where some haters talk shit. I guess they already know they'll get deadly dealt with quik, cause once we step up-all thier lips are just zippeed!
Thats how I like it, kids well behaved, I wear a bald head, but love my niggas with braids.
My tension relieved like bustin a nut, big dicks of the year feel good in this butt. Like when the sex is good and you catchin' a cramp, the fisrt time your mama sent ya young ass off to camp, I be throwin' a wrench all up in your shit, have you realizin' the meaning of a true ass bitch.
I stack the chips as you barely make it 1-2-3, my crew is on top- and your team is down graded, falling off with disease.
Upgrade your set baby, get out of he 60's, your dollars don't faze me I've got 100's of 50's, Benji's and c-notes you just can't compare, step up to a real bitch and die if you dare. This boy is on fire- from the Gulf Coast, representing' for lovers of the thick Texas toast.
Damn' that shit is good with some eggs and cheese, diamonds and wood grains, chrome rims if you please! I laugh at this shit, you industry dummies- signing artists who can't sing whose albums sound crummy. True nigas like me, who do represent, get ran over and passed on without a damn red cent!
This freestyle was tight- but sure not my last, so don't try to bite- unless you paying some cash. This shit is dedicated to my Thug ballin nigas, lovin' to blast, cause once we hook up, they gettin' all this ass!
Hit it up, flip it up, fill it up all around, have em' gyrating til' they big swole dicks go back down. My Thugs are the bomb, and so is ME, in unity THEY callin' us WE. A true ass team, or is this a dream, like Mariah Carey - a fantasy, thought that I'd never find a real Thug , Now it's a wish come true-to all my Thug ass nigas- baby, this rap is for you!