Purple Rain Freestyle

[Verse 1: Chubby Jag] Feel like everything a blur, shit just faded out Niggas dream about making it, then we made it out Hating this all, that hating shit, I could stay without Feel like I'm hearing the same song, niggas played it out I grew up tussling and hustling holmes, spraying wigs A nigga ballin' like a grown man, that's playing kids And lord knows, I never pictured seeing paying gigs L.A. nigga on his Brooklyn shit, Jay and Big I know my momma happy, just happy a nigga tried I know my women happy, just happy her nigga fly Live life, love life, seen so many niggas died Worst part of it all, can't even tell my niggas bye Dark blocks, hard rock, just to get a nigga bye Blind to the fact that I'm the best, you see a nigga eyes They didn't let me in the game, holmes I lucked up Became your ex's new nigga, cause you done fucked up Got the game cuffed up, I'm meeting like it's dinner time Came up from sleeping in the stud', this shit has been a grind This is how you suppose to feel, when you start at the finish line Don't let a nigga tell you that you can't, it's all in the mind Looking in the hood, I'm a tell you what you finna' find Hot summer nights, and fiend shaking like it's winter time Only getting older by the minute, so I tend to time Might come from a place where being black, has always been a crime I know some niggas that's fucked up, gon' need more than treatments They need somebody to lean on, you know Morgan Freeman And to Rely Mo, I ain't trying to knock you bro Just trying to show you we getting money, I got you bro That go for Weezy to, you need it I spot you bro Make your own decisions, and don't let a nigga stop you bro And to my twin brother, I know you looking down Shout out to niggas ain't see me coming, you looking now Yea I be gone from my chick a lot, and I know she hate it But I know that face is gon' change, soon as she know we made it I made a special song for her, I just know she played it And I'm just smoking my problems away, you know we faded Told them ain't shit changing, yea Chubby my shit flaming Black boy with white boy, Blake Griffin, Chris Kaman Chubby, I know some haters want to see me flee They ain't see me coming, no HD on that DVD Boys putting poison in the hood, they on that BBD Thanksgiving dinner ball ,thank god for that EBT Coming up I really ain't had a lot, had me hanging out with the goonies Niggas was mad a lot, twin brother died as a baby, momma was sad a lot Scared I'd be a dead beat dad, cause I never had a pop Had a lot of fights, but it's the man behind the scars Doubting the fame, just want to be the man behind the stars Red Jag, but that don't mean I stand behind the car I got the game on lock, I'm just the man behind the bar Chubby