Freestyle E

Ay, ay. Some label shit, man. Shit. Gotta take my shield off for this one, Man. Uh. Okay. Yeah. Q-O-Q. Banks. Uh. Real friends, ain't so many of 'em. But the very few I have I like to Call my brothers. I just gotta say them words And I could get you smothers. Too many rappers, this game looking cluttered. In your mid-twenties, living with your mothers. Rapping like you trapping, and rapping like you Stacking. And rapping like you packing, but in fact You're just a sucker. I bet you'd probably suck A dick if that meant you could come up. I treat people how they act. Rather stab 'em in their face 'fore they stab Me in my back. All that chatty patty chat, I told 'em miss me with that crap. I've been busy with my pockets getting fat, you Still passing round your flat. Tell me what some friendship really worth, if we No longer friends because you never got no verse. And tell me when we ever peddled on that Curb. 'Cause Benny was a rebel when you weren't. But I grew up and learned. I know they watch me and they burn. And wonder if they'll ever get their turn. If you talk a lot of dirt in your Verse, and you never put in work, you a Nerd. I beg somebody have a word. Dissing me on Twitter ain't gon' make your music Better, you just bitter. Say it to my face And you'll be dinner, on that stove, let you Simmer. There's a very thin line between a loser And a winner. It's all love until a snake Starts to slither. I got my mind on my Moolah. Eyes on you guys 'cause you snakey like Medusa. Last time a rapper tried to try me I went straight to his producers. Take care of your life before you lose it. I bring out my goonies, sue me. Mouth never dried over coochie. You the type to introduce your mother to a Groupie. Just a arse-lick in search of moonies. Staring at this world through my rear view and All I see is you, G. Looking like a tart, you ain't got no heart. Prolly flinch if I fart. I would send the dons to rob you, but You only pick up bars. Little fraud, think you hard 'til we come into Your park. I got Hornsy in my heart. Izzy's where it starts. Back when me and Billy used to kick it In the park and fuck bitches in the park. Hit a lick and then we split that shit In half. Shit was just a laugh, reminiscing on My past. Man, I got sick and tired of Making drinks. Thought about it and my only option Was to rob my link. Got my first box Off of Scott and didn't pay for shit. Man said he's gonna fucking kill me, I ain't Seen him since. Roads caught a body, went to Bing and I ain't seen him since. Told my baby mum we done and I ain't Never been here since. Part-time father, I hardly see my kid. If time is money, how much am I supposed To give? I told 'em long live the king. There's a couple man around me that'll bang the Ting. So I ain't gotta bang the ting. Brudda understand the ting. Mr. Bada Bing, it's more likely that I bang Your ting. I don't put weed in a pot, I wrap it up in cling. No one here helping my grind, I do my Fucking thing. Benny boy, I'm built for these Streets, it ain't a fucking thing. I could've been a pop star if only I Could sing. I'm just getting started, I'm about to Go retarded. Taking all my chances with this devil I've been dancing. I just hope that I outdance Him. Since that rap money started, I stopped selling Crack to Martin. Now it's smoking that Bin Laden, Now it's only Cali Gardens. Fifty pound a gram for any motherfucker asking, I'm that motherfucker charging. Gelato prices, they been fucking up the market. How was I supposed to pass it? My whole fucking family starving. Thinking 'bout life, billing up a doobie. Give me ten years, I'll write a book and Make a movie. Grinding in a bando, Listening to Gucci. Nothing but some beasts, I ain't rolling with no Beauties. I still chill with Errol and Red, Billy and Fred. Grandad and Astar, Capo and Es. Call me a shell, Bandy as well, Q-O-Q to The world. Stuck in between Heaven and Hell, they Got my brothers in jail. Banks. If rap don't work, you see me on That corner. All my Pakistani dons say I'm their Favorite gorra. When nothing wasn't working, I moved out of order. You little pussy-ass brothers Couldn't take the trauma. I'd rather ride a twenty-five than ever turn Informer. Any means necessary just to feed my Daughter. I ain't broken, I'm still rolling through That mental torture. I see brothers lose their minds like... Shh, Shh, that's enough, man. Q-O-Q, Banks.