Sweet Freestyle

[Gilbere Forte] I pledge allegiance to the moments I have forgiven Like blowing a quarter mill if the Devil could make a million Menace to your society, Harold couldn’t defend ‘em Chopping ‘em like karate, all you pussies submitting Barking from a junkyard, sleeping with a kitten Nigga slit your wrist, what a wonderful feeling I don’t know anybody that claim to be anybody If anybody wasn’t a fucking shit to anybody Black scale fitted, that Dre don’t keep me kicking All the bitches I be fucking on the side of the payment Sidewalk, could you fake it? Motherfucker, side walk till your grave Take a belt and like the knot and kill yourself, I’m flexing, Flint, Michigan to a blessing Born in ’87 to a million dollar question, you jumping out of life with no protection I’m jumping in this life, throw 'em and catch ‘em, 24 years old Do I look like a freshman? Year after year, your career come into question I’m popping outside your world for my dinners with George Jetson Desert Eagle boots, leather balm of Smith & Wesson My style kill y’all niggas, David Koresh-ing Fire in the hole, got the water man stressing Revoking all the placements I deserve for Guess I gotta spend money for them to say that they heard of boy Running on the land of vultures with no oceans Living off Versace you fake niggas been sewed in Laughing at you bastards trying to wipe the hoes I broke in Bring the motherfucking jokes in, yeah, they said I sound a little cocky But never did your woman try to stop me, I don’t speak Spanish So why she calling me Papi? Got two middle fingers She obviously gave a fuck, half-court shot, she swallowed them in the clutch Swish, ain’t that a bitch? Street wear got these niggas living off each other’s dicks Sick, walking through another man’s piss, ugh Yeah, I respect the blogs, just not the niggas paying ‘em off I’m tired of all these inquiries, asking me for a check Buying space on they CD that never hit the net, dummy What the fuck I look like? Two blind niggas trying to gangbang hood dikes Nigga, look at yourself, tell your wife take my dick off her shelf Sway, know I didn’t thank you for this bait and all the jewels that you gave me Sitting up in the studio, all the records you played me You told me I could dead the competition By being that part of me that everybody was missing Whole damn studio locked down, trying to listen How can I entertain this feeling? Being a young nigga Told I would shake up the building, one of your favorite rappers ever paying attention The greatest beginning could be the worst ending Pussy in the thought, trying to sit where I stand yo The hottest nigga out, unsigned ‘cause my pen broke Stuff you in the bag with that last loaf of bread I probably be the main reason your packaging was dead Buying out your placements on I-Tunes times two But motherfucker, Day Rapers trying to sign you I learned about this life and what times could owe ya Some of your favorite DJs living off of Payola I would never start my life till it’s over The beef never touch my hands if it wasn’t Kosher Never would of came to this if niggas know what they supposed to With all the things that I been do, a vegan nigga but veggies ain’t on my menu Not a bullet in your heart that could ever defend you Not a prayer in the world that your mama could send you I swear if my generosity bring me a fucking dynasty That’ll be the day I throw up the Roc ‘cause Jay signed me, fuck y’all niggas