Westside Boogie Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #068

[Intro: Justin Credible and Boogie]
Let's get it
It's Power 106, you know what time it is, man
Big lit
Justin Credible, Sour Milk
Compton's in here, LA's in here, man
Home team
Yeah, home team
I told niggas, "Stop playin' with me" this year
Boogie, we here
We here, man
First freestyle of 2019 with the LA Leakers, man
We're happy to have you
Everything's for Sale, thank you for having me, man
Let's get to it, Everything's for Sale, you know what it is
Let's do what we came to do, man
Ay, man, it's big lit
Big lit
Yo, yo
Yo, yo
Woah
Yeah

[Verse: Boogie]
I ain't lose my friends to see y'all playin' with my culture
I used EBT to buy this chip that's on my shoulder
Could lock me all alone and put me in a room that's soundproof
I ain't gotta talk, you know my actions gon' speak volumes
Scary when they crowd you and don't really wanna be with you
It's scary as your block when you got oppas when they creepin' through
It's scary as the pressures from the nigga that believe in you
It's scary as the ex that you done told all of your secrets to
Shit, it's me and you, I been famished every motherfuckin' day
Diss my granny if she stand in front my motherfuckin' way
Everybody K, nigga I done tapped in
A whole 'nother frequency I'm screaming, "Who want static?"
I done had it all all
You don't like to talk facts 'cause you emotional
You got open wounds so you don't like how they be pokin' you
My mama sold cans to see her son become disposable
I pray this black cloud I got don't make me less approachable
Oh, we killin' our own and we killin' our cubs
They sippin', shit, to them, blood ain't thicker than mud
I'm grippin' the tip of this roach until my fingers is nubs
I pray I finish this hurt before I finish my drugs, woah
Shit, I go with anything except my second mind
You ain't flexin' when you niggas out here stretchin' lies
Shit, the steps it took me get here was mesmerized
A bed of lies, I ain't slept, yeah, I been better, I--
I pray that I don't knock my section off
A loose connection, and leave my blessin's lost
Like, when I picture y'all, why the aesthetic off?
The niggas y'all say next ain't really next at all, I dead 'em all
Hold up, wait a minute, you niggas thought I was finished
Your favorite rapper cappin', he told you he independent
My feature price done went up, well, nigga, sure did my spendin'
Woah, it's fourth and inches, now you niggas wanna kick it
Man, don't ask me 'bout a list and ask me 'bout my top three, nigga
Lemme see, nigga, me, me, and me, nigga
My baby mama know my life good if I'm at peace with her
You know your roots bad, you only talkin' when I leave, nigga
Reachin' new heights and I grew my lifestyle
If Rihanna post my album, I'ma shoot my shot now
It go, free my nigga Wee, my fool still ain't got trial
Boogaloo, then calm down, my fools still'll go wild
Oh, I ain't got no comp, just niggas I let breathe, uh
You dog all your niggas to me, that's a pet peeve, woah, shit
Yeah, we call that shit timing, how my idols turn to rivals
We just call that realignment, woah
You don't owe shit, you let your soul come kidnap you
You ain't with the shit, you let your label bitch slap you
I been had this train of thought, my shit just got derailed man
LA Leakers, nigga, Everything's for Sale, god damn!

[Outro: Justin Credible and Boogie]
Let's go
Boogie's here, baby
It's lit, man, tell niggas stop playin' with me, man
Everyone get out the way for 2019
Tell niggas stop playin' with me, man
That's the thing about these LA emcees, man
When they step to the microphone, you know what time it is, man
Real hip hop shit
Brother, we thank you
New album available everywhere
I appreciate you, man
Everything's for Sale
Thank you, it's lit
Power 106, LA Leakers, and we number one for hip-hop
Yeah, yeah