Raw Dope Walkdown Freestyle

I'm the type if you're 'round me, watch what you do I don't care how you feel, I'mma tell you the truth Ns say they in the field, I'm just watching the view Watched ns do shit that I never a do I really been through Hell, I can bring Heaven to you I'm out this bitch preaching, I can bring the reverend to you Na said he wanted four I'mma sell him a deuce He said the percs don't get him high, they start selling him Bukes I done seen a state charge go federal too I try tell him shit stink and he fell in it too He really wasted what I told him, it was better to use Lor bro on GO! I ain't got to tell him to shoot I just keep selling dope, ain't nothing better to do Na life a whole lie, ain't never telling the truth He a rat on PSI's, that's a federal flute I ain't accepting nothing old I can tell when it's new Give you lead from them pencils, what that metal'll do If I ever go against you I was never with you I ain't fucking with these ns and I never was I don't want to hear that shit you talking na, tell a judge Lor ns think they on our level when they catch a buzz Ain't no way they on our level and they never was They wasn't neck and neck, they wasn't even catching up He probably wish he caught his time He came home catching slugs I'm really from that city where you clean but you messing up We go far out of town, they show better love I don't know nothing else, I just know death and drugs I be in the trenches with them bitches that'll set you up You know if I ain't really fucking with you I'mma up price I know about hustling, I can't tell you what no luck like I done been through so much shit I be like "Fuck life" I pray to God when ns come through shooting, that I duck right My mother told me pressure but this real shit bust pipes I gave a fuck once but I'll never give a fuck twice Bitch I really got it out the mud, yeah, I played in it Ns really had a chance to leave but they stayed in it Got love for that shoebox cuz I saved in it He got killed for that phone cuz them plays in it Like I said, I got it out the mud, yeah, I bathed in it Now it's racks on me and a na never played tennis Sweatsuit for a whole week I mean straight business If you see 'em with me at this level they had faith in me I know when I fucked up the trap Put the tres in it How you going tell me that I'm absent? I put days in it You can't tell me nothing 'bout the struggle I was raised in it In the trap with the roaches like it ain't Raid in it Posted on the BR we had Ks in it When that choppa hit that head boy that fade finished The BR like Palestine, it got Ks in it