Snappin' Freestyle

Ayy, ayy, ayy, what up Kyle Let's get it, say Ayy, it is what it is and it ain't what it ain't My pockets too fat, shoes lean like drank I'm a real skinny dude, but I pull big weight And I pop his nose like the boy gon' skate My pen too ill, had to keep it locked away But I'm really snapping now, cause I got a lot to say Mental tension at the max, tryna block this rage Think shit too sweet, till I pull his page Been this way since younger age Better watch that hoe you claim My homies know her, but don't know her name My chips all in like poker games Wrote this shit just to stoke the flame I'm really slept on, they gon' know the name Wake em up with a flow that's mean Clutch hands, I'll buck the three I don't understand half the shit you done wrote But my shit real gas, like I work for Texaco Leave yall boys in the dust, like I'm taking back roads Glock like strippers when I up this pole 40 Cal, but I can't vote Lotta things that I can't show Oh yeah, that's need to know Just gone and play your role Lotta metal like trophy store Lotta heart with a broken soul Fuck that, I'm an old soul With a cold heart, I'm on go No heat, we bout froze No food to eat, so I ate flows Never lost hope, ayy I regrouped and I'm back on With my two kids, gotta push through Fuck excuses, always been the truest Gave em trust and they misused it But I'm blessed and I'm pursuing These checks, I'm getting to it Leave em stretched like pregame movement