Desert Eagle (feat. Gyyps)

I was playing on a C-Note And make my baby bend down real low Look at my sneakers swear they real tho In NYC puffin illegal You startin drama Im like Bitch give me this, another bitch give me that I got some problems with myself I put that shit on the press Boy is you crying for some help you better go and attack You see them tugging on your belt you put yourself on the map Think I need Jesus Think that I need need him I know that I need him Im praying on my knees yuh Its cold its freezin Cold as a freezer I came in this world I don't know how I'm leaving I don't believe em Fuck the hoes [?] I don't believe yuh I never need em the world that I see Im surprised so bring it I think they coming for my freedom You gon bring that to NYC? Im bringing that shit, Im bringing my whole percussion box I think they coming for my freedom Pull up, key in, start, bitch, Conoga Park Thats that shit out the two car garage Check off the list now I hit that minaj Never looking back at a bitch and ask that I could do laps around underground rappers With double cup stack You can take a step back If you feeling like shit, go work the night shift First things first Ive been up all night Dip and reverse brown piece on my side Cook up the herse but I'd rather not die Pull up to shows with my homies for life Needing my shawty to drive, you feelin alright? We airlock the keys of the beans and the rice Like every night Ayy true, Fel can I ask you a question? Yeah, ask all the questions you want bro just know I don't have all the answers Ay yo whats the message? All of these kids Im too old for this shit think they all got it backwards Yo what you've been planning? Build a militia and fuck with the system lets get at the bastards Ayye let me get at this I only use to do ad-libs Don't let me fade in the blackness I think they coming for my freedom They wanna gun me desert eagle A bunch of egos I don't feed them Know they gon love me then they leave him Beat change Inside the dime bag coming youngDarryl Running over squirrels in a pontiac fiero Robbing other life Imma dance like dinero I could jock a side bag, I'm a fucking weirdo Sell a couple Vyvanse, library hero Visa Visa Master thats a kapa kapa kilo Free the calipaint in California through an eagle Never leaving either even if its just a guiro Bless it up Motherfucking spliff to my motherfucking dome Penicillin scripts I got something in my throat Calling on my phone, only pick up for my mom Thats a bomb call the bomb squad Life is bigger then the shit up on your i-Phone Fuck im sick of losing tension like a blind spot Imma slip until the slippers made of nylon Im smoking lala I feel like lately I can't take the pain Im praying patiently for better things Know these relationships gon fade away So I'll keep waiting on a brighter day Don't take away all my freedom