Harlem Streets Freestyle

If you think you got it bad
Someone has it a hundred times worse

Ever since I was young
I was lead to believe
That my dad was a business man
That's why he would leave
Leave the house in a hurry just like an emergency
So nothing will make me forget the shit that I seen
He'd be out all night and come home around 2 or 3
That's something you gotta do when you're supplying the fiends
Put food on the table so your family could eat
Hustle hard, make it big, without facing defeat
Get money by any means and deal with your beef
Show man's that you’re running shit, you're out in the streets
But always remember money don't grow on trees so
Keep your shit together, don't come across greed
Keep your fams close, get the shit that you need
I'm getting shit off my chest, I'm just doing it for me
Ima let it all out, ima let my soul bleed
That's why I always go hard when I listen to beats
If you ever need advice you should listen to me
Be yourself live your life, and start living a dream
Cause everything happens for a reason, when it's really meant to be
That's why I say what's on my mind when I spit it mentally
Know who's your friend, your foe, and an enemy
What's a friend, somebody who your brother he pretends to be
Till he gains your trust and you get crushed like a centipede
Before a nigga get to me, make sure that he rest in peace
Thank God for my gift, appreciate him blessing me
Speaking true shit and I'm giving you the best of me
Luckz is the name, and don't ever disrespect it B
Cause rap is what I do
What I live
It's my destiny