Guilty Freestyle
Deep Green
GENRE
[Verse]
In and out, I get out and in
In the lab, fam I bag until I'm out of cling
But shout my nigga Gen cause that's my left hand
When I got married to the streets he was my best man
He told me "We gon' get this money, fuck the rest fam"
These other niggas just jokes like some Def Jam
Now I'm running round like I'm on the relay track
Fam I used to cop dead garms from T.K. Maxx
But now I whip work until my wrist hurts
If it ain't an AMG then that's a shit Merc
Call them cats JCB cah they dig dirt
I flip birds, on the roads like I quit work
And yeah I hustle for that big paper
I told my nigga "Stack first, you can live later"
My brudda John's back from O.T
Yeah that nigga's off-key but he's my co-D
My brudda's following his deen while I be trapping hard
He don't listen to this music cah my rap's haraam
Make sure you're fully bout this shit and ain't just acting hard
Cah if niggas grab you from behind, it ain't a back massage
I've got the streets telling me to go ham
Saying I can blow fam, these bitches wanna know fam
If I'm gonna make another slow jam
I tell 'em "Don't waste my time" like I'm Konan
I've seen a grown man cry when he lost it all
Now he mix the brown and white, mixed like Monster's Ball
But no Billy Bob nigga, no Halle B
I've got my fizzy cocked, I'm putting on my bally G
Feds licking your yard, that's what them rumours bring
I've seen a fiend sniffing the dark, he never used a syringe
Bitch niggas catch a charge and they choose to sing
My advice, avoid the dark or you could lose your bling
I done put my all into this music ting
Cah I violate the stove and I abuse the sink
With that bicaine, or call it coca
Either way I cool it down and watch it go hard
My nigga dropped a crop, said he's gonna drop a box
But on the way he saw police and had to drop the box
He still had it with him cah he dropped it off
He tripped and didn't even ask me if I've got the guap
I've seen broke days, I've seen rich ones
I know which one imma chose if you said "Pick one"
I've had small dreams, I've had big ones
But I only seem to chase that paper with that bitch on
I make music for my trappers, fuck a singsong
The TT's on the table, no ping-pong
For my son I be hoping that I live long
Nigga I got rinsed on and didn't flinch once
You ever want it so bad you can taste it?
Feel it in your bones, it got 'em aching
You ever leave the trap house to go to the shop?
Came back to the spot to find it's been raided
Same strip nigga, same shit
Get that money back and spend it on the same ting
Yeah I'm quoting Bobby, I had a quarter Bobby
But now I'm talking in code on the phone to Poppy
New four fizzy plus an up-and-over shotty
Give a nigga airtime, he's somersaulting properly
I've been round the bits nigga, I ain't proud of shit
But for that P I'll hold you down like the alchemist
I had to hold it in cause I ain't had no time to piss
We were down and out so fam we had to rise to it
Deep Green, that's who the finest is
These other niggas just gas, why they signing him?
In and out, I get out and in
In the lab, fam I bag until I'm out of cling
But shout my nigga Gen cause that's my left hand
When I got married to the streets he was my best man
He told me "We gon' get this money, fuck the rest fam"
These other niggas just jokes like some Def Jam
Now I'm running round like I'm on the relay track
Fam I used to cop dead garms from T.K. Maxx
But now I whip work until my wrist hurts
If it ain't an AMG then that's a shit Merc
Call them cats JCB cah they dig dirt
I flip birds, on the roads like I quit work
And yeah I hustle for that big paper
I told my nigga "Stack first, you can live later"
My brudda John's back from O.T
Yeah that nigga's off-key but he's my co-D
My brudda's following his deen while I be trapping hard
He don't listen to this music cah my rap's haraam
Make sure you're fully bout this shit and ain't just acting hard
Cah if niggas grab you from behind, it ain't a back massage
I've got the streets telling me to go ham
Saying I can blow fam, these bitches wanna know fam
If I'm gonna make another slow jam
I tell 'em "Don't waste my time" like I'm Konan
I've seen a grown man cry when he lost it all
Now he mix the brown and white, mixed like Monster's Ball
But no Billy Bob nigga, no Halle B
I've got my fizzy cocked, I'm putting on my bally G
Feds licking your yard, that's what them rumours bring
I've seen a fiend sniffing the dark, he never used a syringe
Bitch niggas catch a charge and they choose to sing
My advice, avoid the dark or you could lose your bling
I done put my all into this music ting
Cah I violate the stove and I abuse the sink
With that bicaine, or call it coca
Either way I cool it down and watch it go hard
My nigga dropped a crop, said he's gonna drop a box
But on the way he saw police and had to drop the box
He still had it with him cah he dropped it off
He tripped and didn't even ask me if I've got the guap
I've seen broke days, I've seen rich ones
I know which one imma chose if you said "Pick one"
I've had small dreams, I've had big ones
But I only seem to chase that paper with that bitch on
I make music for my trappers, fuck a singsong
The TT's on the table, no ping-pong
For my son I be hoping that I live long
Nigga I got rinsed on and didn't flinch once
You ever want it so bad you can taste it?
Feel it in your bones, it got 'em aching
You ever leave the trap house to go to the shop?
Came back to the spot to find it's been raided
Same strip nigga, same shit
Get that money back and spend it on the same ting
Yeah I'm quoting Bobby, I had a quarter Bobby
But now I'm talking in code on the phone to Poppy
New four fizzy plus an up-and-over shotty
Give a nigga airtime, he's somersaulting properly
I've been round the bits nigga, I ain't proud of shit
But for that P I'll hold you down like the alchemist
I had to hold it in cause I ain't had no time to piss
We were down and out so fam we had to rise to it
Deep Green, that's who the finest is
These other niggas just gas, why they signing him?
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