Born Ready Freestyle

[Intro: Ar-Ab] I was born ready. Top goon of Philly. Ar-ab (Born ready). I'm back! I was built for this shit (The king is back). King Ab, I run this shit. I'm built for this war shit (It's that OBH shit). I was born for this shit, it's that goonie gang shit. Shoutout Dark Lo, Lik Moss. Snookie! [Freestyle: Ar-Ab] AAAAAAH! I'm from the city of the have nots AK-47 is the mascot I've seen my dreams come true in a glass pot I pull up, black Glock, hit the jackpot Was in class and had more than my teacher Fuck a bad bitch and then I catch amnesia Razer and the plate I'm cutting coke like it's pizza Slide through your block and let the Mac have a seizure All black sneakers, nobody got 'em I paid two stacks for the blood at the bottom Pound of exotic, nobody got it O.G Kush got hair like Rodman (Uuaah) In school you played show-and-tell Cops come, you got booked then played show-and-tell (AAAH) When I die I probably go to hell (AAAH) This dirty scale is my holy grail (AAAH) The lean got me on my Diddy bop (AAAH) I got the same watch Diddy got (AAAH) I'm about to make the whole city hot (AAAH) My trigger finger got the chickenpox Ice in my soul, my heart full of anger Pyrex bowl, popcorn with a hanger Two car garage, I live like I'm famous Two broads minaj and both of them strangers Scars on my chest from the holes and the staples I love to see a brick get broke on the table Refrigerator full all syrup, no maple Traphouse, one TV, no cable They had a nigga stuck eating soups in a cup My cellmate's lying 'bout his coupes and his trucks Kush in the dutch, the goose in the cup There's a bean in the drum, he a fool if he duck Rebel with a cause, measuring the soft All states rapping, desi' in my draws Heavy on flaws, bezzy on frost If shorty don't swallow, I'm never gonn' call Used to be a dog, had the code to your safe And then he took the stand and he told in your face You showed him your place and took him to your mom house He went broke, then he broke in your mom house I'm sitting at the top, feeling no pressure I might buy a drop with the money in my dresser Fresh box of 'Arm & Hammer' tryna' get the extras And I ain't gotta talk, I let the Tec give a lecture (Aaaah) I heard homie saying that he run the city But he lying, cause I'm here and he don't run it with me I heard his money on my head, tell him come and get me! I been home three days and made a hunned-fifty! I keep a big cannon, that do big damage And I don't give a bitch shit, but a dick sandwich I sent a text trough my phone and five bricks landed About eight hours later five bricks vanished! Was talking to a lifer on the top tier Say he ain't look at a clock in five years Nigga got twenty years in here but he ain't cry tears He made his peace with god cause he gon' die there Sippin' on brandy, cooking up candy The way the coke perform, it should have won a grammy Bitches couldn't stand me, now they're giving me their panties You know the beef real when niggas shooting at your family [Outro: Ar-Ab] OBH Nigga. Top goon. King Ab. Goonie gang. These ain't fuckin' with me man. This is my fucking city, I run this shit