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Nick Grant Freestyle - LA Leakers Freestyle #141
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Life is funny they respect who would lie in they face Then turn around and disrespect who would die in they place The more gray hairs the more you realize your mistakes Death is traumatizing, I’m the wide-eyed child at the wake Rather ask for forgiveness than permission Streets are promiscuous, they f**k us over in these trenches From where they ran base with short stops swinging for fences Back when Benzes was symbols for drug dealer visions, twisted I’m from where n***as’ feet are planted but the flowers don’t bloom Shame when my friends saw my parents fight after school I just looked up to the sky while n***as stared at my blues It made me insecure, why I wasn’t controlling these rooms Project n***a starving I just see hope in this pantry Relationships gon’ always fold if there’s no understanding, yeah that’s a quote from my granny That was my heart, that was my rock and I took her for granted You fall in love with these streets you’s a hopeless romantic, crackers treat us short of the standard Clutching ya’ handle, b*t*h I thought you was tough but you panicked They out here busting I can’t make this up You either pu**y or G but either way you f**ked I was so lost and misguided ain’t know which way to trust Now I pull up and make the neighbors blush And b*t*hes beg to spend the night like they my favorite cousin Marginalized, still we healing from these paper cuts Even when riding public transit I was trained to bust Nose-job on the barrel I had to face destruction I learned young man, the loudest n***as ain’t ‘bout nothing I’m living in color, tell ‘em meet me at the weigh-in brother For real a hustler, don’t believe these rappers they dreaming, all this sh*t, fict**ious Got ya’ b*t*h on the couch, switching positions, like a Simpson All I see is green, Donnie Simpson, bet that If you ain’t mean to kill him you ain’t really urned him like, nepotism I grew up with shooters, looters, hustlers with stash spots Ya’ legs don’t match ya’ mouth, don’t get ya’ a** shot Every verse is out the gla** jar, worried faces like, Pac in his last photograph if you ask Hoe, I died a legend Mafia presence, mob ethics Need a model with Solange essence, wild child negligence what’s ya’ preference? It’s either I f**k wit’ you or don’t f**k wit’ you Vision clear like Mrs. Huxtable, still untouchable n***a This how you flow when you lived through sh*t A lot of n***as came and went but I’m still that sh*t A lot of movies in the making n***a film that sh*t I box ‘em in with these quotes like a yearbook pic Compet**ion who? Tell ‘em don’t get involved Cocaine killer flow, one size fitting all All them styles I got they praying a n***a fall Home of the skinny n***as that shop at the big and tall Real n***a seminar, slimmer but Biggie Smalls Don’t deal wit’ no clown hoes but they juggle the d**k and balls, I’m still at war New drop slam the top like a flip phone N***as chewing d**k for the bread, I call that bitcoin From where they slide on you, I come from the trigger pop Where the feds come and have younguns running like n***a not Life’s a b*t*h but they flirting with death to get aroused Gotta draw the line ‘tween you and ‘nem ‘cause sh*t is foul, damn Like a art show I draw the tool first I disagree when they said the slums a true curse Dice game, next thing n***as heard, was a tool burst You get ya’ man but watch ‘em spin the block like they Kool Herc Easy work, easy work, easy work I know ya’ heard I’m from a southern land Uh, I’m the man f**k ya’ other man N***as out here big capping like they Uncle Sam N***as out here bankrupt tryna money-dance Hold up, sh*t’ll get ugly mister lover man Shabba, you see the sh*t a n***a up against? I’m timeless, just surviving through them sucker trends I’m back jumping like the younger Vince Who let the haters in the lovers’ den Where triggers squeeze and they hug the strip I’m Gucci n***a please don’t attempt That mean I got the G’s in this b*t*h The big body, ain’t no Lil’ Cease in this b*t*h I pa** through like I lead the league in a**ists It’s going up like George and Weezy in this b*t*h It’s mapped out in case one of these n***as trip I feel like Yeezy wit’ a sample how I make it flip Know that, I park the new sh*t catty-corner Told her I’ma wear her out I’m a fashion junkie Flow coke pure like I got a bag from Tony Leave no prints when they shoot and hit the apple on ya’ I’m such a threat that my success could hurt feelings But ain’t nobody f**king wit’ me boy I’m third-wheeling All my n***as used to pitch like Curt Schilling The fish-fry killer, leave you on a shirt n***a Know that, got intuition never went to college Laughing in these banks, I could pull a slimmer Tyra All these b*t*hes in the casa, I’m dripping salsa When I put this game on her it’s a chimichanga When I get the call it got ya’, I’m in the tropics I ain’t never been nowhere, b*t*h I’m from the projects Know my n***as gon’ ride, O.J. in the Bronco I like all my women smart but they coming topless Bend it over spread it open f**k me like some gossip I don’t drip b*t*h I splash on ‘em this is spa sh*t Snub-nose ringing off like it’s Dennis Rodman Bad b*t*h get dolled up baby this is child’s play, yeah Down the highway listening to Sade I was never lazy but they looking sideways Yeah you know the vibe baby hit a lick, how it taste and wash ya’ hands as she hand me my plate Hold on, I’m a freedom fighter, success is how I compete with rivals The n***a who could barely read became a genius writer Different from these critics and ignorant feature write-ups The overseer told the slave to read the Bible, jealousy could feed a psycho My n***a listen I never wanted to be like Michael I’m too persistent like tryna f**k a freak on her cycle Another lost when the sirens bleed through the night ‘do Befriending white folks But granny told me don’t mix those colored wit’ white clothes Somehow I chose integrity over ya’ light-show I had to be in before the spark of the light pole Never have I stood on tables of label execs ‘Cause everything ain’t ‘bout yo’ money, just play wit’ a check The more you independent the more they dangle a check Marketers don’t pay attention to what they say on the net I talk what I know ‘do, more sauce on risotto If I leave I bet they miss me like Ye in the Polo F**k rich I’m talking wealthy as Russ doing yoga Country n***a I get love from the Gump to the Noya Carolina n***a but sh*t even Brooklyn know us Shout to all the women that knew me before the glow-up You were lessons to treat the future one like the FLOTUS Life is precious I could feel my auntie getting older One just lost a child, and I provide a shoulder For oceans of tears, no bridge big enough to get over her My pen bleeds memories of fallen soldiers, I told ya’ N***a this for the culture n***a, uh F**k the internet I’m into net worth Benevolent being, still I could spot a devil in church, heaven on earth Never force it if it’s destined it works Never jealous of another man’s possessions, death is a flirt Glad you ain’t leaving sh*t that’s what the hood said The only way I dumb it down is a blonde wit’ good head Yeah, product of free lunch, take a profit and re-up My soul trained for the bullsh*t, I’m Don Cornelius Kill the king and burn the mausoleum, only Martin could free us Never take orders from d**k-riders and gossip-readers N***a kill a n***a they IG it People kill a n***a they side wit’ evil The n***a that was hating on me’s begging for a feature The game is so deceiving, when they show you who they are, please believe ‘em LA Leakers
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