Christmas Freestyle E

It's not about Christmas, be ready 'cause I ain't About to be friendly. I heard the whole city Complaining my shit and I never asked for no Penny for this. They told me we got local Rappers, I heard them, now I have to remove Spaghetti from ears. I tried to work at the Office, it's tight in this chair, so I had To go back to my shit. I can't keep my Benz in my pants. I step on my opp like an ant. I don't think there's gonna be happy end. I with no fucking drugs can get high. Know that my music career, why are you there And here at the same time? I know that you're silly boy, but don't cross The line. Look at me now, riding and rubbing my choppers Around. We're surrounded by hoes with my homies. We're changing black ghosts. If you ask me how Many, I swear I can't count. At the top of the mount,.229 at the Top of the mount. I'm sipping Bacardi and listen To Carti and watch how these numbers going up In my bank account. My family counting on me. How can I lose when they counting on me? How can you trust to this bitch when she Holding your hand and staring at me? She tells you she loves you, but all what She loves is money and clout that she can Get from me. Energy that she can get out Of me. Y'all fall in love, she become memory. I know I got reasons to leave, but we Die for this shit. Life is a game and They out of my league. I decided to leave. I tried to leave like everyone else, I regret About it. I'm in the kitchen improving my flow While you bitches behind my back tryna talk shit. All what I want are three bags full of Money to home and tell to my mama, "Look What I Did."