Sound Bwoy Bureill (Freestyle)

[Verse 1: Fabolous] Bless Okay see I'm living, like I'm back at KD crib and everything nice Just like the AD libs, I seen Smif-n-Wessun I was back in JD crib, was more excited seeing 50 pounds at AD crib No disrespect to the Cocoa Brovaz The fame is cool, but the money make me loco brother See I'm smooth, but still shine like cocoa butter And since "Breathe" I had the game in a chokehold brother Yeah, rest in peace, shout to Eric Garner You come at us, we coming back at you, I swear it's karma I'll be back -- Terminator, Sarah Connor The Ghost black, the leather seats is Ferragamo The top chrome, I'm just a knight in shining armor As soon as it get late I'm tryna find a yawner A shawty with her mouth wide, let her do the honors You might see me in the field, tryna do my farmer Looking for a ho, just being a gardener In the club I play spades, just me and my partner Y'all reneging, ya'll be playing it wrong Overbiddin', ya'll ain't got what you say in them songs So it's us against them, from now and going forward The homie said he got the four, I guess we're going bored I call it like I see it, I never do possibles I dodged a few bullets, got over some obstacles Bailed out of jails, checked out of hospitals I was in the house for dope, now I'm in the House of Blues Rest in Peace to Dae-Dae I'm money on Fridays, the freestyles is payday When it drop, Mayday, another murder verse I can't stop the wave, all you can do is learn to surf Some of these fuckboys need a lesson on manners Talking about your baby, joking on Nana They wouldn't say Jack when I was holdin' on hammers Flippin' white squares, I'm talkin' blonde Vanna Stack bundles of the Montana We miss Stacks, shout out to Montana Rest in peace to Chinx We used to dead you on your chain, rest in peace your link Or mix it with the soda, not the recipe for drink I mean the recipe for white, not the recipe for pink, uh RIP Pimp C, top dollar and bottom bitches all a pimp see Salute the Underground Kingz, you're gone but not forgotten I feel ya'll niggas watchin' [Verse 2: Stack Bundles] Listen, the bargainin's outta the question Niggas inquirin' about robbin' me, that's not a suggestion Only thing they ever took from me was advice Cool as I'm is, you don't need no ice The Rollie clean, gold plated With Goldie around, all the hoes hated Cause his mack game serious Disrespectful like Eddie Murphy in Delirious You can tell I'm gettin' money Cause nowadays even my corny jokes is funny Bitches keep smilin' even when you insult 'em Cause the kid keep stylin' like Groovey Lew helped 'em I gave 'em a reason to be hatin' 'em Copped the whole Dungaree table in the Atrium Red monkey, all blue bloodin' 'em Ed Hardy, short-sleeved, rhinestone stuntin' 'em Niggas actin' like they ain't respectin' my name A polo rockstar wild it out and choke 'em with the chain They say violence ain't never solve nothin' But a asshole is runnin' around frontin' And I'm backin', you do the math You don't deserve a whole clip, I leave you with half [Outro: Fabolous] Rest in peace to all the fallen soldiers Light one up for 'em Pour something up for 'em I see you King We miss you niggas man...