Interlude (Freestyle)
Gibby Gadget
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Get catastrophic Been a minute since I had a topic They wonder why they hands burning trying to grab a rocket I'm takin' off like yesterday lemme rap about it Up in the game I ain't get to play so I'm acting childish Gimme what's mine now I'm in a time now Where all we do is protest the clock When time winds down Divine crimes pay more than a 9-5 now I find minds corrupted by Times lines now The rappers dine, sipping wine for a while now But niggas catching heat from the pigs and they frying now Shutting down the streets, doing bids, lemme find out The system killing kids, shit is sick and outta line WOW? (Wow!) They act surprised when they see us Barely even look us in our eyes when yet they see us It funny cause some of them try to smile when they meet us But share a post where they criminalize all our leaders The shit we think is flawless Is often far from what you thought it Seen so much bad shit thought I forgot to flush the toilet Feel like I'm off it I move but maneuver with caution Losing my thoughts in, a race to make music important Using extortion I'm taking it over, told em put the beat and take a seat I'll make it a sofa, reign like I'm posed to With a couple things in the holster A ranger for the rover, and yea I got a Queen on my shoulder She bending it over, bro say tell her friends to come over Events from a poster would have these bitches dance on a pole for A couple a Bens, it's sad when I pull up on they ends Even MJ say I'm bad when I pull up with the Slam Get up out the jam, give a couple bucks to my mans That just in advance, so he can take a day with the fam I mean it my nigga, paradise I seen it my niggas Chains gleaming with just me and my niggas You see it my nigga? Yea And Rest In Peace my nigga President Used to see my nigga every time I left the residence I love you bro, it's sad to see you go cause you was heaven sent Granted we ain't chill a lot, but that was just because I played the crib and you was in the block F*ck bitches, spinning thots Always seen yo ass with some crutches limping, sipping wok When it started getting hot, all you did was hop up on that bike just to spin the block Wheelies by the chicken spot Millies on ya mind, might've never let a nigga stop Really on ya grind, but all they think you do is grin a lot Nah, nigga went and got the bag just to spend a lot Peep me when I pull up in the jag, is you in or not? Hope that when I'm called I get to see you too Right with ARod, and L's, yea I mean you two I know you looking through my eyes, shit I seen you do Pray that y'all riding through the sky in a mint new coupe, my nigga And as for your family, know that we got that Living like a ghetto hood fantasy but we out that Hating niggas asking how can it be That I'm under the canopy with a bottle of Hennessy where my mouth at
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Written by: Dijonne Williams
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