The Spill (Grammy Family Freestyle)

[Verse] I've been smoking and drinking, now I am drinking and driving Suicide on my mind but at least I got my pride right Tryna hit up Bree cause at least she get my mind right Speeding through traffic was that a stop sign-lights flashing, seem like magic Blue and red inspiration reaching for the masses Life is do or die and Ima die making classics They killing me with books, cafeterias and classes, and I be like "Lord I ain't your best son and man on that liquor I confess some" My soul get the weakest when the flesh come Religious ass bitches, just praying I undress 'em I got a problem with my pops should I talk about it? Relationships get tore was you off about it You saying these A&Rs ain't shit just looking for a bitch That can spit a few hits should i bark about it Its like I am aiming at myself young Plaxico My soul hurts ain't never felt regret before Me and this bitch ain't never ever met before I am cheating but pussy ain't never ever felt this wet before Lord should I let it go in poverty but the change is blinding Somewhere in between the fame and insane asylums Charlie Sheening on that bitch, still dreaming of that shit They praying that a nigga fucking Willie Beamen on that shit (Fame) Four blunts is this as high as we can get I spit my soul and pay the toll and let my momma play it For her friends, she bragging about a Benz, that I can't buy, but eventually Get that thang right and treat me like Zack Morris up in Bayside I kill the vocals, kill the beat, and let the bass ride [Outro] Let me sing my song, I free my soul, I free my soul So let me, le...let me free my soul, I sing my song, I free my...