437 Freestyle (feat. Southern Slaves)

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Rashied Sabir

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They said to be smooth wit it
I'm wit yo bitch, yeah I'm pretty smooth wit it
And my drink don't gotta have booze in it
I got shook when I saw the news image
That ain't me that's a new image
I read the Bible tryna understand the truth in it
It's 2006, I gotta end the call I'm finna lose minutes
It's been a bit but who's finished
If you cross my crews limits nigga you finished
So who's wit it
Finna kill you with a few writtens
So good riddance these the type of niggas that should listen
You's a hood kitten in the hood hidden
I do this for the hood children
Tryna get up out the hood that's my hood mission
uh, uh, uh, uh
Won't answer to no man I conquer this land
Hard to walk in quick sand but I meet my demands
Every day gets tougher but I stick to the plan
Aint shit made easy in this life with no bands
So I get up and look for a way to advance
In reality a lot of us don't even have chance
Good luck tryna battle when you learning how dance
In this game shit gets bad, emcees going out sad
Prolly cus they do it for the bag (mh not me)
Rolling off the bean got her jumping like a athlete
Adidas laced right Walter White, yea I'm that clean
Ight, mhm yup
First things, second
Im only third to this fourth blessing
Im on the step fifth step with depression
Im sick off all this capper
Sugar coding, cinnamon rolling with the batter
Bitch I'm never getting fatter
Im really getting blacker
See me like a fly on windshield, I just bother when it matters
Different levels, from the gutter to the palace
Im just move in silence while I'm climbing up this giant ladder
You can't see this inadequate, I bet
Im going when its red
Im going when I'm greedy with the pen
Nothing cheesy nohing easy to the grit
When I'm getting busy with the biz
Fire on this spitter throw this water on my sense
Never gave it nothing but my best
Sex up in my city all these bitches want me for my kids
Cater to the cause never cater on my cadence to the chips
Eating good, I'm just hungry what we got up in the fridge
Something burning (let me get a little quench)
Peep my vantage
In the sky with my feet planted
1 shot, 2 kills, special beam cannon
Search for peace on the globe but I always wreak havoc
Shit I'm just tryna feast, f*ck a ham and cheese sandwich
Tongue tied white women, make em speak Spanish
Fertilize their wombs, pray our seeds breed famine
Sins unaccounted, every good deed reprimanded
Might slice your hands off just for reaching for my chalice
Tripped on my mind, faceplant, clean landing
Careful where I step, ain't trying to crease the Alexander's
Done walked through hellfire, I've done seen greener pastures
Tryna bridge over troubled waters like Aretha Franklin
I was 10 like Kenny Cormick cheesing off the cat piss
Let's shoot a film like Tarantino classics
Let it premiere to masses
Slaves did the screenplay and graphics
Let Rashied do the track list
In the land of the lost
Where yo life come with a cost
Where the corrupt erupt
We tired of being stuck, don't be in awe
When we do killings and rob
Then maliciously matriculate perceptions of god
I enter the void
They hear the pleasures of noise, I said
I must be light, create life from my loins
Together we fall cause together we join
We modern day slaves
While we walk on grids just tryna feed our kids
That's an honest days work from the 3rd world frame
You read it in the news while you taking a shit
Ain't no one paying attention, no one giving a f*ck
Like miss virgin Mary at the chapel taking some dick
But she still gave birth, now Christ on a crucifix
I wish he never died for my sins
To let me earn my stripes, earn it right
Even if it's late breakfast and early nights

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