It’s My Turn Freestyle

[Intro: King of New York Dialogue]
Christopher Walken: Okay, from here on, nothing goes down unless I'm involved
No blackjack, no dope deals, no nothing
A nickel bag gets sold in the park, I want in
You guys got fat while everybody starved on the street
It's my turn
Frank Gio: You think you're gonna live long enough to spend that money, you fucking hump?

[Verse]
Run a nigga down on his own block
Lava, he hot like the stove top
I'm whippin' up the pot on the stove top
Then I let it off in the O Block
My niggas they still by that one way
Posted from Monday to Sunday
All my niggas 'bout that gunplay
And we run up, we don't run 'way
Like, this is my turn
I had to let this shit burn
This PK be calmin' my nerves
We was just touring and scoring, it's pourin'
Fly in the foreign, so fast, it might swerve
I ain't give a damn 'bout a bitch, I was just tryna get rich
I was just out with the clique
These niggas thinking he hot
.40, pop, so we left a nigga lit
Like, run up on him while he walking, yeah
Probably still gon' have to chalk him, yeah
Body flip like he a dolphin, yeah
Send him high like he a martian, yeah
We ain't with none of that talking, yeah
Hit him 'til he Milly Rockin', yeah
Talking 'bout really rock 'em, yeah
Put a nigga in a coffin, yeah
I'm sippin' good and I'm smoking legal
And I'm shootin' shit like Tarantino
All these late nights, got my pockets diesel
I be servin' fiends, they be using needles
I been in and out, all night
On the corner servin' all white
Niggas talk that ish, it's on sight
You ain't with the shits, ain't 'bout that life