Light Up Freestyle

[Intro] (Yeah) (My Time) UGH X 3 [Verse 1: Bravioso] Yeah bitch I'm star bright, my power from the moon If you ain't getting money nigga what you do I keep work in my sock like a Deuce Deuce I'm getting money, Spitting hard like I was made to Smoking fire in the coop, It's what she ain't used to Riding through my town I'mma show her what I went through Living through these dreams, Got me jumping through the same hoops Rolling with the punches, Just in case a nigga lane move Why every girl in the world with a lame dude Just change routes and you could wind up on my interstate Niggas pretendo shake and I'm the ounce you wanna bake These heavy states we face that paint the future Irate When it's night turn me on like a hall light Never barking bitch I'm biting like a dog fight Kush L's to the face, this a long flight Niggas can't match then you can lee like spike Smoking trees by the pike, just swag no ice I'mma shine on bright, Lace my chucks up tight I do work like Hud in the columbine Mama you fine, cold body in the summertime Girl you dime, so your clock don't strikes nine Check the page, I'm on the next chapter I change lanes and switch routes much faster Cali on my back, with a all star team Young black males, depend on fulfilling dreams And I don't walk forward, mother fucker I leap Jump into the light and watch you fall to your knees Bravo in this bitch, you can feel me like heat Put time in her wrist, So she counting on me If my flow was on steroids, I'd probably O.D I'm all beast, when the full moon out Lighting purple trees and getting lost in the clouds Rocking and Bumping, Pumping the mic then jump into the crowd Good young kid just hung out with the wrong crowd What am I saying, I was born in a drought You dought the way a nigga think, then that's a quick life Satan's out collecting souls for the low price So that's why I'm in the booth giving you all of I Money Over Bitches, Bravioso make the hoes cry And now my 15 minutes feeling like a Lifetime (Yeah)