Failure Freestyle

We don't walk on the pavement,we don't pay rents Ain't got no money,still killing you from my basement Uh,swag outfit with a sweater She say she good and bad but I still out sweat her I'll rest when I'm dead,I know you hatin' out,stayin' out But once I blow up don't come askin' for bread We do it like you never wanted Next thing to blow up is the youth of an author When that shit drops you'll sip drops of Raw Milk Penny pinches of the money gettin' drought still Yeah,this shit is devastating Everybody quiet when the pen is statin' Rappers back the fuck out,man y'all credits fadin' I used to be the Procs like fat insaturating Uh,I'm on a higher pedestal Get you for teek like Addrenal,some Afanal So,who do I copy now? Drake or Lupe? Whatever,nobody puts true faith in what you say Uh,I'ma go in one more time You want more rhymes where the sun don't rise I know,you expect a whole theme while you get false streams like me One more guy..