Open Mic Freestyle

[Intro]
Clarity
8th tryna make me a—
Free 5ive, nigga
Aye, Nxxre

[Chorus]
I'm on 8th tryna make me a pack
I lost bro, that shit made me react
We on that street, 2 deep I'm with Jack
He tried to push up on me, imma blat
Hol' on, Nazzy I think we intact
I told Dot put the dot on his—
D's on my heels, bro I bet I won't crash
I get low, I ain't tossing my strap

[Verse]
I'm 'bout to spin, I'm getting tired of the defense
I brought the knock, ain't no time for agreements
I see the cops, ain't no way imma squeeze it
Bro saw the cops and he still tryna sweep shit
I-I'm from Douglass, no way imma leave it
He tried to creep up on me but I peeped it
It's getting hot, so we sweeping the season
Brodie flickеd on that V for no reason
Brodie flicked on that—
G-G2 but it don't got no mеaning
I'm on the hunk, got no time for no sleeping
Hollows is breaking him up into pieces
He get wrapped in a box like a sneaker
Move like a G.O.A.T., no I can't be defeated
You already shot and lil' bro tryna beat 'em
On that block, ain't no telling me "Sorry"
If he front he get put in the—
If he move the wrong way he get put in the Marley
Brodie flickin' tryna stop his heartbeat
With the Sweepers, we in that party
I played Neaky, I done got them started
She started throwin' it back, go retarded
Started breaking her back for an artist
Check the death list, it's enlarging
Two shots and his body departin'
I'm from the D, they prolly think I'm Martin
He get sent into space like a—
He get sent into space like a martian
Aim at her face, I'm sorry to be honest
Jacking the Makk and brodie tried to park him
Like

[Chorus]
I'm on 8th tryna make me a pack
I lost bro, that shit made me react
We on that street, 2 deep I'm with Jack
He tried to push up on me, imma blat
Hol' on, Nazzy I think we intact
I told Dot put the dot on his—
D's on my heels, bro I bet I won't crash
I get low, I ain't tossing my strap