12enegade

hey just a freestyle I jotted down. let me know what you think of the flow im free spittin sittin on a chair; i be hittin on this air trippin with no care; livin on a dare im about to clock out; before I shout out liftin 50 pounds just to pull my cock out then i'll pull my glock out cause im a crazy motherf*cker get the drop out before I lock and unload; hollows on your mums home if you don't know that's usually the way a bout go with me; i'll shoot the beef flip it like a burger go about my business like I aint commit a murder that's the way the day usually ends and begins with homicidal tendencies and plenty of them benjamins but just because I got don't mean that I am spendin them ima save up; ima get mine you need to wake up; you need to get in line you need less to f*ck around and more to get beat to the ground while im watching from my high seat looking down; hitting on some sweet trickin on some treat; she makes a lot of sounds; but I don't hear her speak im feelin kinda strong; yet im feelin kinda weak I feel like somethings wrong; yet I feel like somethings right I feel like ima god; I feel like I can feel the f*cking light I feel like im the most high; I feel like im profound I feel like ima die; I feel like ima drown I feel like im fried; I feel like ima clown born as a hustler; raised as a G starving aritist livin on mustard and all I smokes weed you is just a buster; whereas my mind is freed livin my life; puffin on them trees; and I roll my shit tight I roll my shit fat; I like my bitch heavy like wheres my bic at? someone bic'd me already motherf*ckin prick n dirty susna' bitch I need a f*ckin light; and I need it f*ckin quick im tryna get high; and you f*ckin up my shit get up out my sight; before I f*ckin flip I wrote this on the fly; it'll be a f*ckin hit like a plane crash I hope you die nothin left to say so that's it