March 11 Freestyle

March 11 Freestyle

[Verse 1: Asaiah]
This is correct
I am up next
Don’t say no more
I’ll say no less
We are not friends
Dap you with left
You are all set
When I am up
No we ain’t met
Just let it go
Put it to rest
Put it to bed
Nothing else said
I’ll be on set
Taking a jet
Ice on my neck
Thinking what’s next
Hit them with lead
Hit them with lead
Straight at they heads
Straight at they chests
Lead is my bars
Reachin for Mars
Touching they hearts
Coming at necks
They playing checkers
I’m playing chess
Not a good morning
Not Mr. West
Nah I’m upset
I’m boutta let
Letting it loose
Nah fuck a truce
Come around now
It’s been a while
Boy watch your mouth
You’ll get cut out
I’ll make it out
With or without
Y’all entertain
Looking like clowns
Feet on the ground
Not a new town
I'm tryna speak
Don’t make a sound
Free all my dogs
Up out the pound
Up out the
Up out the pound
It’s been a while
Since I went sick
You taking shots
Better not miss
I’m keeping tabs
I got a list
Forgive don’t forget
Not with the shit
From where I sit
I just don’t get
Way niggas move
Guess I don’t fit
Shoutout to AP
Put this on blast
Put this on
Put this on blast, blast
Shit moving fast, fast
Gon make it last, last
I’m in attack, tack
Not with the chat, chat
I’m never last
Code has been cracked
Heat up a track
Look like a snack
I swear that shit is not the same
Walking to the 4
Getting on the train
Gonna see my cousins
Walking through the rain
Lyrics in my brain
Tryna contemplate
Should I even try
Ima go insane
Shoutout to the Bronx
Shoutout to my pops
Shoutout to my niggas
Fuck you to the opps
I don’t know the time
Damn I need a watch
Damn I needa shop
Damn I needa stop
Attitude is reckless
People getting cropped
I need me a necklace
Check it off of my checklist
I’ve never been senseless
Can’t see through my lenses
Made it out the trenches
Apartments that had fences
Hood niggas in Benzs
Niggas with no senses
Bullets flying left and
Niggas dying right
Damn what a life
The way shit is now
Peace is outta sight
We losing the fight
Dangerous at night
But I ain’t here to preach
Damn I’m kinda tight
Damn I’m kinda high
I'm trying to fly
Think I’m scared of height
Think I’m scared to die
Ain’t the type to lie
Won’t see me upset
Never see me cry
10 toes on the ground
Reaching for the sky