Impatient Freestyle

Shout out to the gang yo R.i.p. to my niggas Shout out to my niggas that be drillin' shit Free my niggas in the field that was us R.i.p. to my niggas I can't see no more Gang with this generation now it can't be no more gang Long nights we was trippin' in them projects Took a minute but we made it out the projects My hood love me so my niggas I can't let 'em down I'm that nigga that you heard it from word of mouth Real nigga I'll show you what you doing wrong Victoria secret I put you in a Louis thong Yeah, baby that's that boss up All these bitches ran through, they be tossed up Why these bitches in they feelings like they lightskin? But she just left ten bands on my nightstand No friends, just a Glock, that's my right hand Sneak dissin' 'til we hop up out that white van Yeah, bitch, you can't play me Struggle hard in these streets really made me Don't get picked off, my brother playin' safety We gon' keep it low-key like I'm Haiti Niggas ain't know me, I ain't even make it Fourth and ten so you know I'm 'bout to take it And could you tell me why these hoes so basic? Money made, lil bitch, I'm money making Never feed into these lies and these bitches Cameras on, so I know the feds listenin' Never feed into these lies and these bitches Cameras on, so I know the feds listenin', ayy Céline bag, I'll put you in them Christians Hundred dollar steaks, bitch, we Ruth Chris-in' So much blue bills, think a nigga crippin' Mama worried, she just worried how I'm livin' To keep it real with you, baby, I can't tell the truth If it's dreams to be sold, I can sell it too I wanna get rich, now tell me, what you wanna do? Take you out that Honda, girl, and put you in a coupe Yeah, I heard you wanna win and to never lose Fuckin' with them lame niggas, that's the outcome I'm only rollin' with some niggas tryna down some' Couple winners on them cases so they found some' You ain't ridin' for yourself, that's a head shot How you niggas say y'all shootin' but send leg shots? Never personal, it's never nothin' like that Blue strips out your bitch and give it right back Sucker niggas down the street, heard they hate me I think they mad 'cause they brodie died Speakin' on me to these bitches, I ain't even mad Instead of feelings, I'm just gettin' to that fuckin' bag Lurkin' on me, baby girl, might get your feelings hurt I can't even lie to you, I be feelin' hurt Yeah, I be feelin' hurt I can't even lie to you, I be feelin' hurt Man, tell brodie pour up that dark shit Threes and twenties, all that shit Free the home team, RIP to the gang, you feel me? All that shit Ayy, bosses don't brag, gangsters don't advertise You feel me? Pay me in bands Ask your bitch, she'll tell you Ayy, all you niggas get out your feelings too, all that internet thuggin' We gon' pop out Killing's got to be accepted Murder was the only way that everyone stayed in line