Westwood Freestyle

[Verse 1]
Tell the government that I'm coming for corrines
Even foreigners aren't safe from the reign of the evil flying beneath you
I teach you to read the science
Feed the lions that eat you, I need you to be defiant
A junkie that fiends for triumph
Who got the heart of a killer when killers dying?
Been the realest since Jizza, my nigga ain't even trying
Try and come between us, you dying before you leave us
Action isn't as accurate, passion isn't as scenic
Ran into my nigga Rod, asking him 'bout the seasons
They happened to end up dead and we happened to see them leaving
Passionate was the paraphrase, accident was the reason
They strike him if they not matching
Poor gas on him if he seen it, cash on him if seen it
Blast on him if he seen it, catch a plane ticket to meet him
Nobody say shit!
Body bag or a body cast if you break it
Silence is golden, and violent dishes served tasteless
While they order up another order and need a camera recorder cause all they live is a movie
But the genre is still the only thing up for sponsor
I lender a foster, apparently they gon' sell it right back to me
Who came first? The niggas shooting or the niggas hitting dirt
Catch a bullet or catch a blessing, all that's left is a shirt
His bullets ripped out his bod, his daddy dipped out first
The problems ain't in the internet, the story still in the works

[Break]
Purple, Young
Yeah let me keep going, let me keep going
Young

[Verse 2]
I'm over fake niggas approaching me with compliments
Opposition is obvious, they have common sense
And lately pussy been complimentary
I don't got time for these niggas or bitches I don't have nothing in common with
People change, things change over loose change
We lose lives and kids kill just to make a name
I'm sorry to be frank, but niggas shooting point blank
You lose your life, you get a T-shirt and a block in the day
Make a brass decision, know that you may have me twisted
Room full of niggas with me all twisting they fingers
I had a bitch that I would see every December
Where you been baby girl? I missed you the last couple winters
Figure we can reconcile over lunch and some dinner
I know she got a man, but she know I'm gon' fuck her better
She said I always left her bitter, but she still come to fuck with the nigga
Run with the nigga, he tried to run with the funds
I thought you knew me better, one phone call got shooters on call
Folks from the nine still scoopin' work like a ground ball
Was raised with real niggas that's why I'm awkward around ya'll
Table of niggas that came from nothing
We all know how it feels to be stuck and be starving
We all grow, we only here to push culture and raise the bar so we ain't stopping 'til our garages look like car shows
My old bitch attitude change like Chicago weather
I asked her what I'd do without and I told her better
They say we change once we got a glimpse of fame, but for the record, selling records came second to selling 'caine
That's for real
Whole team ballin' all by it's self, we put us on by ourselves
And we still ourselves, no coaches, never had no help
Why sell shoes when I don't watch my euro step
I feel like, I feel like Mike moon walking with my brother June talking over three way calls with numbers involved
Thirteen years, he only the penitentiary walls
And the hoes still visit, he in prison still pimping
Let's get it
Young Purple