Correction Lyrics Mic Merkers Freestyle by Rimzee

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Them man are driving round bangers
I spent six on my first whip to beep my horn in traffic
Catch me swerving through Clapton
In my Moncler, eight bills, you can't afford my jacket
Chilling playing chess in my Louis creps
Thinking bout the days when I couldn’t buy a Q of peng
They're like "Where's your new vid?", I’m like "Bear with him"
I've got a man on test run, I threw a half a square at him
I should be on a first cla** plane to Miami
But I can't cause I'm on bail for some madness
Swag mad fam, I shoulda done fashion
All my clothes foreign like I speak another language
I took it for the team cause I'm my brother's keeper
I got shanked nine times but I ate that like a pizza
I remember school times, getting cussed by my teacher
But now I've got more guap than my teacher
I had shh holding my beater
Tryna gas teacher to slag the whole nina
Them times there I was travelling from
Me, Biggz and Smokes bro, the real money team cuz
And I just finished school in like '08
Caught a arms charge, now I’m tryna beat the whole case
Looking down, I’ve got Gucci on my loafers
Called the Roc Boys and I ain't talking bout Hova’s
And you can get it from the A.M. to the P.M
I took a little violation, that reason being
T bought that ting down, fam it sent my n***a Veen
And they're lucky he didn't see them
My whole f**king life's been hard G
But I smile when I look at my Carti
My link for me said there’s new sums, come and see him
But I'm still mad I lost three tings
And I ain't pull up in the flyest cars
Cah they're flagging all my motors dem for firearms
Armed jakes telling me "Get out" with their beaters
Telling me to put my f**king hands where they can see them

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