Raw Drank Freestyle

[Intro]
Welcome back Blake

[Verse]
My brother know I'm done with [?]
Until he said "them shoes was made to skate," I can't be seen with these
Dinero said these niggas meant to hate, so now I hang with G's
My momma said I need go make some pape, so now I'm slangin' P's
My pops, since I depend, I'm independent, takin' what I need
I been sippin' drank raw
They told me stop cause that ain't Listerine
Could knock ya dreads off
Could have him lookin' like he Mr.Clean
Another day without a couple mill
It's been some days, when i ain't even had a couple meals
I've been on drugs, cause Ion even really wanna feel
I'm hangin' up on labels, Ion really want a deal
Said, "fuck it" and hop in a few
Bitch I'm moving dolo, I be on my P's and Q's
Can't be fucking a long thot bitch, I can't be seen witchu
If I find out you fucked a lame nigga, I'm probably leaving you
I just wan't love and money, I can't even choose between the two
You bitches burnt out and turnt out
Bitch you ain't famous, you just that one hoe we all heard about
You bitches lame as fuck, ain't even nothing ya'll can learn about
Don't say bro name, cause that's the type of shit that we gon' murk about
Still keep my glizzy tucked
Me and my blunt inside my studio, how I get lit as fuck
These niggas slimin' out they mans, I'm watching niggas bitches fuck
Imma keep rhyming on these beats until a nigga rich as fuck
We from the land where shit get grimey, that's why we got blick with us
Been getting money since the 7th grade
My brother told me, "never stop this shit until the checks is made"
My brother put me on, the only time I've been in second place
Said she gon' let me fuck, I told her, "take me to the second place"
I coulda hit that yesterday
Brodie pourin' eights in canned sodas
[?] stopped me in that track, if you don't move, get ran ova
Pussy boy ain't in the range, you in a fucking Land Rover
How the fuck you getting high, and you gon' leave your man sober? It ain't addin' up
Made like 30K off rap shit, I could add it up
Bitch it's twenty-thousand for a feature, yeah I'm taxin', huh
Ballin' wit my blood and we could still get this shit crackin', huh
Ion fuck with hoes, but I know my bitch gon' be bad as fuck
Left the house without my .30 clip, but we still stab you up
Bitch I go to war without my brother, prolly maskin' up
Coolin' wit a lil thick thot, I might tap it up
Need a 100 onna wrist watch, presidential bust
Askin', why she take her clothes off?
Ion wanna fuck
Sorry if I gave you the wrong message, baby suck me up
I've been sippin' lean again, I know this shit gon' fuck me up
I've been livin' dreams again, I know I gotta run it up