Freeway's Revenge

All I ask is, that you keep it real with me All I ask is, that you keep it real with me All I ask is, ooh-ooh-ooh Cut open his stomach and stuff bricks in it Put his body on a scale like there's fish in it I can see a bitch in him Twenty million dollar home renovation, just to slit your wrists in it Suicide, it's a suicide, rip apart the Maybach, I know the truth's inside You twelve lemon pepper wings from a heart attack Akademiks, get this nigga Ozempic starter pack Kai Cenat, hit the room, turn that stream on Ask Budden 'bout his brief encounter with King Kong This ain't the Kendrick beef, my Drac' sing songs Shots rings out, the neighbor better have his Ring on Glocks swing out, doors open like a swing arm Pac lean out, Makaveli with the ring on Opps is out, they on the same shit that we on Hospital wheelchair, head wrap, sling on It's payback, punk, for the drama you tried to bring on Maybach trunks, type of shit that we eat our wings on My K-Dot shit, I don't have to turn the beam on It's that, time of the month, get this pussy somethin' to bleed on Your baby mama told me that you liked to get pee'd on You a C.O., that's the last time you had keys on And we know, you treat Gunplay like he a peon And he know some shit that ain't cool for him to speak on My PO said "this ain't the record that we agreed on" Then cut it off like the ankle monitor for the beep on My niggas'll learn French, just to get they steam on In Cali, with calicos don't need Khaled to get his scream on We the west Free the guys, I gotta free the West I'm muy loco, I don't need a vest I'm watching Scarface and cleaning TECs Shots gon' be direct, have you been through Cedar yet? When cars pull up, we do explosives and heaters checks The lights flick, the dogs bark, and niggas sleepin' less Under palm trees, we got them choppas that'll eat your flesh The real Rick Ross know every bird gotta leave the nest You stole your name, I pulled your file (facts) You looked at B.I.G. and stole his style (facts) I smell pussy, that odor foul (foul) You ain't sold no birds, you trolled the owl Draco flick, it's like the lighter on Tha Carter IV Bad kid, good city, I study the art of war Runnin' to that hand-me-down mansion, and lock up all the doors Stop with all that ravin', nigga, you not from Baltimore I don't wanna hear about no fish tanks and marble floors No spiral steps, no swimming pools, no Hors D'oeuvres, no Audemars No car shows, no pinky rings, no umbrellas in the car doors Introduce me and my connect to that Columbian you chop that raw for Was it fabricated? The lies you tell are getting saturated? What happened to the birds in the Maserati, they just evaporated? (Boss) That shit be too exaggerated Fuckin' with a Compton nigga, get your head decapitated Let a DiCaprio, all that cap like you activated "I just a bought a hundred foot yacht, and it was captivatin'" Congratulations, what an imagination From C.O. to drug kingpin now this nigga actin' Haitian The stories these niggas tell He gon' tell us he got a key for every nigga he locked in a cell He gon' tell us he just bought another crib, he livin' well But he won't tell us about his health condition, he sick as hell He poppin' pills, they startin' to fuck with his brain Seizures off the lean, Balenciagas shorts got the shit stains He not a mastermind, he Gotti, line after line Lay back in the Maybach, makin' up shit just to pass the time He think he Big Meech, free Larry Hoover Miami a big beach, now watch how I maneuver I don't tippy-toe, I know plenty Zoe's That pull up in semi trucks, hop out and let a semi go So let me know I let the boys in them drop Chevys go It's humid in the 305, but they pushin' heavy snow Compton grim reaper, I'll make you reap what the devil sow Walkin' through LIV with the same eyes niggas had in Belly though This ain't the new Death Row, this the old Harry O Game's one of them niggas, blue DaVinci, Meech and Terry know So of my advice is let it go Oh, I almost forgot Fuck Bel-Air, it's West Side, we let the Henny flow So when that muzzle smoke, and when that thing hot Even when the camera out of focus, just know the beam not Run up on you, clean shots, look down on you Flash on like an iPhone taped to the ceiling with the screen locked This nigga drug women, that's how your team rock? And all that money you rap about gon' get you a mean plot But in the meantime, I'ma let you fake fiends cop And I know you're doing your thing, Ock But this is where the wings stop