Victory Freestyle

[Verse 1]
I been in this game for years
And I made change in it
On the real, since BIG died ain't shit change in it
So far, I got a lil' jewelry, more cars
But I got hard metaphors every four bars
Give me four more months and watch what happen
I'ma have the game hot like when Pac was rappin'
I'm a problem, first album goin' cuatro platinum
In this Benz is the rims and the privates packet
I might cop a lil' chain wit' the time to match it
Y'all hear the track, write a buncha lies then rap it
When you shy wit' ya gat, petrified to clap it
I'll pull it and put bullets inside ya jacket
You can't hide you a faggot wit' nut on ya mustache
Put a condom on the nine and fuck you in the ass
Y'all ain't fuckin' wit' Cass, I'm outta my head
And through ya butt, I'll blow ya guts outta ya ribs
You could get stuck up if ya watch got ice
You could go bankrupt if ya rocks not white
If ya shot not nice you might miss me
Man, I'm a serial killa, I pop like Rice Krispies
Y'all write like sissies, all glamour and glitz
I do dirt like janitors wit' hammers and clips
Don't abandon ya whip and park it on the block
I steal cars and throw my own auctions on the block
Who talkin' to the cops? A buncha you doin' it
The corner so hot I don't even feel comfortable on it
5-O passin' by when Cass get high
I be in a different world like Jasmine Guy
If you askin' to die, I'm the person to see
You clowns sound like watered down versions of me!