437 Freestyle (feat. Southern Slaves)

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, fuck 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 fuck 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