Symba Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #104

[Verse]
Check
Alright, feel me on this J
I say, look
With so much to say where should I start
They finally let the best kept secret come out the vault
I played my part and I never took shit to heart
So now that I got my time, you ni***s gon let me talk
I'm young but I seen a lot
At 16 I watched the feds hit the spot and run in my mommy's restaurant
I watched my cuz sniff dope through a neti pot
This why I care less about these rappers turned debutants
I was independent at 14 when Webby dropped
Having rap battles with [?] and Fats in Antioch
With one eye on the prize like Fetty Wap
I went into a pool full of money and did a belly flop
Ay J, I was on the phone with Wallo and he was telling me to watch out for these hoes I knock
I had to tell him that I ain't no ni*** who just started getting pussy cause his song got hot
I had a car before I had a daydream
I had a crib before I knew how to cook when I was like 18
Most nights it was top ramen and baked beans
But I done thug it out before asking moms for anything
Now I'm in the hills with no service
Tryna dodge bitches who be fucking without a purpose
I will never let a woman make me feel less of a man because I don't wanna buy her a Birkin
She send me back to the streets and I send you back to your momma house
Happy hour dining, free drinks and back to your momma couch
You just want a ni*** with status to feel established
But there ain't enough room in this foreign for all your baggage
There's a certain addiction with ni***s and tricking and making it hard for women to tell who isn't
See you sorta Jordan and Pippen, you score and assist 'em
I'm like Stockton and Malone, once I pick 'em imma roll
I'm gon' hit them and get gone
I know that probably wrong
But I married this money and I can't break a happy home
We bout to drop a tape so it's time I set the tone
You got me in my zone, but Harry O, we on

[DJ Sourmilk]
Symba, hold on!

[Justin Credible]
Where the fire extinguishers out here man

[Symba]
I ain't done

I tell 'em, how do I say
Ay, to all y'all in my DM about a feature
I'm only giving verses for the Leakers
I done work too hard to give verses this hard for ni***s who budget that can't cover my sneakers
Lord Jesus
My bars on some vet shit
Rookie of the Year, I been on my Lewis Belt shit
They tell me slow it down for a second
But I'm like a crackhead who don't listen, I just can't help it
The mood on Mamba
Look how he been in the genre
He's so Big Poppa
Who else could make 8 different flows through an entendre
I can double 'em, I can triple 'em, I can chop 'em
I can speed the flow up, slow 'em down and swap
I can pretty much do anything but stop
I come from a place where they hate to see you on top
But love on you on the block
And once you start getting money they look at you like an opp
My momma always said treat the janitor like a boss
Cause everybody plays a role to keep you from taking a loss
Honesty is preferred, respect is what you earn
And trust is something you gain, when loyalty is returned
I'm out in Turks plotting on property in the Burbs
Tryin not to splurge, and get the ghetto back from the nerds
This billion dollar vision, that's word to my ni*** Bird
Can't be behind gates from a selfish mistake
These ni***s waitin till it's too late to do straight
They try to recycle the same people that they threw away
Never get paper to turn plastic
Bottle your actions and chasing your satisfaction through bitches reactions
Gimme another one