WTH Freestyle

[Verse 1] I don’t want to waste this inspiration Been so patient anticipating Going nuts for the change like cashews, cashiers Cash rules, is that clear? Cash triple black That’s how I paid when I tinted the windows on the rental It got dead serious They tryna make my nigga tell the tale (They tryna make my nigga..) Headed to hell, put rap in the rear Went back to trapping trash bags like I ain’t have a career Tell I failed to the person staring back in the mirror But I felt worthless cause my shirts wasn’t matching my gear You niggas weird, what’s worse is, you niggas wired I’m high but at my all time low I get inspired Nowadays all I know is get money I remember I had some dumb ass goals like getting signed [Hook] I might've got way too high Never mind, Imma forever grind Might've got way to high [Verse 2] Mumbling to myself, waking up, blacking out Thinking I’m by myself, thinking I’m at the house Blinking, I’m in the cell, when the ink's drying back out Somebody bring me a lighter I think it just went back out Money ain’t satisfying me, think I need some adrenaline When we gone actualize that we ain’t nothing but middlemen Uncivilized, ain’t used to settling civil suits You owe me loot, mister shoot or really shoot (Might've got way to high) My partner just lost his mama and I don’t know what to tell him Tell cuz to chill, cause they telling and people been tryna nail him Don't hang with a bunch of felons but never been cool with failing Feel like I’m in my feelings, this pill just kicked in, I feel it My engineer’s named Kevin, he pull it up Imma kill it I might've got way too high (I'M SERIOUS)