I Ain’t Gone Hold Ya (Freestyle)

[Intro]
Yes sir and we back
Uh, uh, yeah, look (Get outta here!)

[Verse]
They still snorin', Jack (Yeah)
I'ma make it so no them boys can't afford to nap
I'm bored with rap, but still can't ignore the fact
That my pen is iller like a Florida map, uh
Best believe the checks gon' get collected
Stackin' up for my investments, shit is Tetris
Fools who wanna be reckless got a death wish
Please don't end up neckless for a necklace
Ambidextrous, I'm cookin' up with the left wrist
Mwah, chef's kiss, this is breakfast
Yes, this the G to the R to the I to the P
He spit the bars, make a blind nigga see
Think really hard for colidin' with me
Got G's in the squad that'll slide for the free
The maestro, I'm who they tryna be
They spit my flow, I should charge a finder's fee
Like woah, my throat where the diamonds be
Stray Society, we a dynasty
Bitch, I been on the road like Meineke
And it's still middle finger to sobriety
If I go then I won't go quietly
You gon' die with me, I got the fire with me
I done seen too many niggas die violently
Whole Eastside gon' ride with me
I ain't gon' hold ya, it's been a minute since I was sober
A soldier like no limit, I thought I told ya, it's over
I turned the Civic into a Rover
Your ho finna go missin' if GRIP approach
Get ghost on you fuckin' pigeons and all the vultures that do the most for attention and some exposure
You a ho when it's tension, but you a poser
That's why a nigga keep his distance, fuck the closure