Deante’ Hitchcock Freestyle

Some days I wish that I could live life twice, cause lord knows that I ain't live life right
I mean I'm trying but mm, pussy too good for me to live like Christ
So I grab a pen and all my sins I write

I'm saying, if Jesus really died for my sins
The least I could do is make it worth it, right?
Make it have purpose, right?
'Stead of walking 'round and talkin' down, n all perfect like
And actin' like my shit don't stink

Man I done been on the brink of losin' my mind like a hunded thousand some times
Think I be good at rejection much as I watch my card decline
In the checkout line, holding up the wholе damn store
Me and the cashiеr look like that Diddy meme from The Four

But no, as far as the flow, I'm on the ceiling with mine, imma make it out this sketchy place from scribblin' lines
And imma do it with the nigga's that I started it with
Man y'all be linking up with nigga's and don't make a red cent

Now every day I wake up, pray Ion make the mistake of, lettin this cake come, tween me and folks who helped me bake up
Cause with my good fellas, I'll split the dinero boy
If yo ends straight you pussy if you don't make sure your man's straight
Now you don't owe dawgs nothing, you ain't Lorenz Tate
But how my supposed to feel good shinin', if all my friend can't

What Big's say? Mo money Mo problems?
I know it's lonely at the top, but it's that and more at the bottom
Now I, planted my feet by a tree outside, your grass greener from the outside, them thoughts posion yeah but we need a little carbon dioxide, forced to really even be outside

But lately I've been in the house, with my motherfuckin' crib, and my kid, writing raps, while he nap
I pray to God that he give me at least, like 30 min or some
So I can chill, tell miss Rachel that she goin triple platinum ova here
For real

I got a dog and baby and I ain't rich, that means most of my day be spent dealin' wit' other people's shit
So, this year when it come to those benjamins, I ain't playin with these niggas at all like Ben Simmons dawg

I got this theory 'bout single fathers and mothers bruh
And how they really just God's walking among us cause
The hardest thing I ever had to do was raise a child
And they be doing it by they self, and they do that shit with a smile
Nigga how?
And this ain't no disrespect to them folks that live with they spouse inside the house, y'all just ain't who I'm talkin bout
Trust, I wanna see more two parent households for the children
But them folks who do it alone just built different

Then you got some folks that so deep asleep that they don't even dream
They say "bro that shits make believe", I ask 'em, "Isn't every thing?"
We call a tree a tree, but someone had to plant the seed
To weed out all the names of other things that had a chance to be
And that ain't no different then we, I mean, so watchu sayin?
God made us creative... but everything created?
You mean to tell me that she gave us all imagination
Just to sit us down in front of canvases already painted?

Brush and stroke, create to my consious, leave the earth aflaot
High above the daily shit that make me feel so fucking low
I need bands, we major go tell a friend
That's why if you just put a drum on a stick like a percussion note

We, numb and desensitize
Niggas tweet videos of death, I feel like I witnessed live
Mama frying fish in the kitchen, I'm in the kitchen fried
Highest nigga's red becase the neighborhood getting gentrified
Granny say repent like it matter, If nigga's sit and pray

Wanna talk to God, but she never really got shit to say
Manager be bitchin', I really wish I could quit today
Mama laid off though, fuck it I guess I gotta stay

Twenty-seven dollars in my account, and that feel like a high amount at the times then
But I know them millions is on the way, because my mind see 'em
Gotta drug test on my little brother, don't mind peein'
In this fucking Trojan, we gon be straight in the moment, aye!

See how niggas react to that on the gram, cool
If you heard that already then you a fan but
Under these conditions, I had to say it again
Nigga this my big day, I ain't leavin' this shit to chance, bruh

All my albums got no skips, I'm talking Bayless
Cause I ain't trying to go back to shoppin' for shit at Payless
Some nigga's left, they ain't see the vision, I be like, "say less"
Them Niggas drop some dead weight, but I don't think I weigh less

Tell them producers, send me your best beats
Cause all these other rappers suck, send them fye shit to me, for real
This year I'm speaking whatever I wanna see
Don't tweet when them C's get sung, they gon reap