Letter to the King (Freestyle)

[Verse]
If this a letter to the king
Then I’ll write to myself
But shit I wouldn’t be the king
Without my bros with the help
When I’m tryna make a point
Catch an assist for the score
You miss every shot
You don’t take so start
Shooting some more
Im in the gym everyday
Till I get it on god

Nowadays they got no passion
I don’t wanna listen no more
My bro been pushing since the passion
You should go listen some more
3 boys causing damage
Chris & Dre on the boards
Wait a moment once I find it
Then Its Jay on the board
Tripe doubles we average
You sleeping, wake up don’t snore
The grind’s exciting, got me thinking
How you fuck you get bored ?
Walls boomin
Beats knockin
Finna knock on Dre’s door
My stomach growling, I hear you wilding
Man I’m feasting for more
Unleash the beast
I feel the beat
Then Im calling Chris on the phone
Talking numbers talking business
Like we been before
We always ready reload
Man I’m ready to go
So many songs we got stored
Couple grams on the low
All these hits, my hand cramping
Why the hitlist so long?
The streets they need it, best believe it
They waiting so long
For us to blow & let it go
Man the family gon know
I love the ones who believe
Cause that shit boosts the flow
No wait that shit boosts my day
Straight Smile on my face
No I ain’t talking ego
I’m talking love for the game
You out grow some people
They grow hate for your face
On a different Type of time
And some time I can’t waste
I got a different state of mind
We can never relate
Some days you gotta really pray
To the ones who throw shade
Cause we should all shine
But If you thinking overwise
Then get the fuck out of my
And That’s some real shit
Give a fuck what they say
Left & right I’m snuffing demons
Straight hook to the face
I got God on my side, I talk to him everyday
Finna Pray blaze a jay everyday that
I wake, Jay!