GIFTED (Freestyle)

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Young Ev

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Ayy
My pocket rocket pops louder than a shotti
With my youngn', he don't even rap
But he stay with that Tommy
In the bridge
Gotta watch out for the pigs, cause they be grimy
You know Pak, Quan, and Checc, all the goons is right beside me
Castro in the cut with Lil' Bro in case we slidin'
Four deep with four poles, that's for sure we ridin'
I'm in deep with my gang
I show love when they don't got it
Quarter million in the shoebox and the package in the closet
Yeah, so original, I'm gifted
I'm poppin' like a zit bitch
I'm poppin' like yo fix bitch
I got fronted 20 pounds when I was still a kid kid
Playing with my money, you know karma is a bitch bitch
Wasn't in no trenches, but the hood know that I flip shit
Evan bout his business, I could turn a 3-6 quick
And I ain't on the block no more, but I still stay on 6th bitch
SFN the clique bitch, my flow be like a slit wrist
Posted in the field like a route with the misfits
I ain't got no competition, wait till y'all hear this shit
I don't like that diss shit, I might send someone to spin bin
I don't switch my flow up if it ain't broke, we won't fix it
Wait, wait, let me get this straight
So you was tryna hate, but now you beggin' for a plate
I was on the block, was tryna make this shit shake
But now I'm working round the clock, and if you broke I can't relate
I think I'm Tom Brady, I just made another play
I just made a large amount, and so I went and bought a safe
I was looking at some charges, Califella kept me straight
I been staying out to way because my people on my case
And I don't got no time to bullshit, I'm out here tryna stack
I had hella fines, and tell me why I paid them bitches back
Now I'm getting rich, so I give racks to my brother Max
You can ask him, he'll tell you we had 20 pounds a pack
When I was fourteen, it was Jake's house or Matt's
Then at fifteen, mom and dad's house was the trap
Then by sixteen, I started breaking bitches' backs
Then by seventeen, the pocket rocket was my strap
Now a youngn' in his twenty's getting money, let's be honest bro
I'm running shit
And on some hundred shit
nobody want it, you can get it if you want it, cause I still be on some dummy shit
And when it's go time, we coming round from both sides
Funny how you eating, they just want a piece of your pie
They ain't see the visions that I had, cause they had no guide
Never bite the hand that feeds you, cause you know that don't fly
I was with the cons, and it was hard to see the pro side
Lot of drug addicts where I'm from, off the dope high
Before the Bronco and the Beamer, boy I had no ride
Now water on my wrist, like my wrist just took a boat ride
Shit ain't been the same since my ma and my big bro died
Shit ain't been the same since I ain't sleeping on the floor now
I remember days when I prayed that we would make it out
Came a long way from being negative in my bank account
And I'm posted in the field, homie, something like a route
I was down, but now hundred racks my bank account
And I am not a rapper, I don't do this for the clout
I got lots of Mula, I could really spend a large amount
Yeah, got me feeling like the man
The only time that I ain't up is on the plane, I'm bout to land
I spent racks on feeding people, then they fucking bit my hand
I was trying to help you out, but you just didn't understand
Yeah, and we gon' end it just like that

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