222 FREESTYLE

[Verse 1: WIL$ON]
Had to check my angel numbers
Link right now cuz I’m bad with numbers
Ducked off I done had tragic summers
I’m a baby boy ask Jody Summers
I’m afraid of toys cuz these babies gunners
Try to Stahl but these cameras flutter
These grams is poppin her look a cutter
Our life at stake with the Garlic butter
I love the hood bitch we are the gutter
Last bitch prolly my greatest fail
Had the greatest brain prolly greatest tail
Now I reminisce prolly my greatest tale
Shit last week prolly my greatest flail
I’m steady rising they bread is stale
Waiter please bring mine with the extra kale
Ain’t the smartest n*gga but the pen is Yale
Even hardest n*ggas can’t rebuke a shell
Join the team,I got hooper dreams
Hustla baby I got wings and things
Only feature missing is a triple beam
Speaking my mind I be airing steam
Air a grievance, I missed the theme
Wearing dubb Merch about sipping lean
Will I stop yet it’s a mystery
Selfish n*gga I’m Mr. Me
Cuz when I help they hide it black history
I got class n*gga I got juice for sale
I don’t want the game if the user pale
I been clinging to a dream tooth and nail
Fuck you thought bitch i done got used to L’s
Imma fold under pressure like suit lapels?
Mixtape bout nothing like a younger Wale
N*ggas thought