ShotGun Suge | Funk Flex | #Freestyle039

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Try to Mike Brown me man I dare one
I'ma make sure this chopper get the fair one
SMGs, let it pop, I'ma air some
I ain't got shit to lose, I'm in square one
We don't smoke in the whip, there's a stick in there
Got a broom in the trunk, this ain't kitchenware
Spare tire too, it's a brick in there
Mag shells in the cock, how they fit in there
Coming up, I ain't sleep nice
I lost some day ones to the street life
I made sure my little sister eat right
Only workin' on the corner past the street life
Thirteen and I got what they askin' for
Mom's coming, used to hide in the poppy store
I used to play ball, it was game changing
Couldn't think about the lead 'cause it gangbanging
From the south side of Newark, man we been raw
We used to treat White Castle like Crenshaw
Got the winner time, shootouts, they forget about 'em
It ain't about what you shoot, it's what you get up out 'em
Pull your strap 'cause you mad, it's expected, too
I want to know what we did and who we connected to
'Cause we ain't playin' checkers, this a chess game
Thinking money that'll bring my mama less pain
Overtime in the trap, ain't no shift change
I'm thinking 'bout foreigns when I switch lanes
Some people I came up with is true fiends
One reason I ride around with two beams
All these bitches, all these niggas with the mood swings
Can't even trust your friends, this a Juice scene
I'm from the south side of Newark another body found
I'm from a place where niggas brag about the body count
I'm proud to be a Brick City resident
I bought a chopper in case Trump became president
I'm just saying I'll be cool, don't come for me
Got something under the bed, make a run for me
Hundred K in my hood, I'm the breadman
Ask about me, I'm the biggest since Redman
We used to pop Xans for the thrill
I made my name on the block like Shaquille
Real talk, I bought a Benz off battle rap
If it'll free my brother Crack, I give it back
A snitch for a witness, try and battle that
They gave my man twenty years for a tattle tat
Throw water on a undie he ain’t mic right
Try and pass for a custie, call 'em white mike
He'll be lucky I don't shoot him out his like Nikes
And step to him and ask him what his life like
To get a good mean we had to trap for it
Turned the back block up, we had to clap for it, had to scrap for it
When they wanted war, we had to stretch for it
Back in the trizzap, still smell the blow on my clothes
All night, me and my stove
I said it's all money in, no time for them hoes
Buy a bag, get a bag, I stand on your toes
Baking soda shit and pills you for it
You whip ten, your shit coming up short
Talking cocaine, I had your parents ignore
Back then when I failed my drug test for the poor
Like nigga played ball, it wasn't working on the court
A nigga too tall, I ain't taking no shorts
I got a dollar and a dream, man, it's all that I got
I took my whole life savings, put it all in the pock
Then I gained six months to the block
Then I -- hey, yo
Man, I'm all about this paper and I'm out for it
Best is you, I was born in the South Ward
I ain't lyin' when I say this from my hood nigga
Too real I'm a hood nigga
I'll be moving on the low, movin' hella yay
You deal with feelings and emotions when it's hella gay
I woke up, how many bricks I'ma buy today
I took the birds to the block, let 'em fly away
Hey yo I got more, hey --
Man all these battle rappers trying to bury me
Hey Swizz, tell Cassidy you scared of me
Jersey nigga