The Off-Season Freestyle

All my **** packing heat

Talkin' bout bricks like they in the streets

Tryna' make that money

So they out the streets

Hollywood dreaming

What we tryna' see

Stacking big bills at the dinner table

Millionaires in the making

We just getting paper

Everybody ride the wave that my crew setting

Went through hard times it was just a blessing

Team getting bigger, that's a bigger blessing

We all tryna' eat

Gotta' put in work

Still fighting off them demons take em' to the church

God healing all the soldiers, that were getting hurt

Raised in the burbs, not that average shit

My **** from the hood, on some savage shit

Still ride together, when the wars on

Bandanas, all black with the hoods on

MuziikVersityy printed on the back

We don't wave flags

We just off ya' set

Can't call a T

You gon' catch a tech

My **** callin' shots like they are the ref

All we do is ball

All we do is ball

Some **** still waitin' for the day we fall

You catchin' contact

We just wanna' brawl

We don't do 1 on 1's

So it's not a draw

Gotta' hate the game when it's played dirty

Our shots come in triple like it's Steph Curry

The magazine still hold about 30

My bullets penetrate like the gun flirting

I remember back during high school

Tryna' make a clique, that'll break rules

Tried to get famous, even make the news

Now our times comin'

So they wanna' snooze

Now we poppin' bottles

Gettin' lit

Turning up cause some **** thought we wasn't shit

Manifesting life & we sitting on a million

Tryna' give hopes & the dreams to the children

Uh, all about the love

We support real things

Not the shit with fake love

Everybody gotta' chance

We giving them a stand

10 years doing this

Make it right for the fans

Back then I was laughed at as the joke

Now the haters stay silent in the back cause ya'll broke

We been getting money daily

Getting money daily

We can do the 9-5

But thats only cause we patient

Selling yall souls, while we work for the shit

We aint signing nothin'

Less it's really gon' make us rich

See I rather be free

Working independent

Put our names down & it's like a life sentence

I ain't really working hard

Just to throw it all away

Then we dead broke

As we wake up the next day

All we really want is a mansion with a car

Eating big plates, so the crew never starve

Went through hell & back in the battle with my scars

Spoken down on & we still going strong

If you ain't believe keep that energy the same

Shyy Kidd taking over

Everybody know my name

Bitch