Untitled Freestyle

As i sit back\ Cadillac\ Pack of zigzags \ In my backpack \

Wishing for a lapdance\ And a laptop\ Couple pill pops \

Put the top down\ I get around\ Crank a sound\ Bitches be clowning

Round & Round/ town boy/ but my pops is from Detroit\

Smoking on a joint/ Questioning life outside this joint /

Rebounding on my mind a madness in due time

A life of luxury or a life of crime/

Built on most high, because i'm a die reaching for that limelight/

Theres a lucid, lively, nigga jiving in all of us/

I feel I need to conquer him, see what I can do with him/

Other than that, I blend in the background, Bracing myself for a letdown/

Or a come-up, whos to say? I know I got bangers, why not get paid?

Lay around, overlapping, slap a finger, looking trendy/

Move to a city, get down with a scene, make a few friends, and lean on a dream

Haven't you all, learned from the past/ Catch up underdog biting your ass/

Surely ambition can only take you so far? Well fuck you too, I have a car,

Lost in translation, my only means of communication /

Fantasizing about the fountains, I have better ideas, why fuck it with college/

 

 

 

Wait till I destroy the childhood dream, that gleams on the TV screen/

My mama screams/ trippin on pins and needles/ Shells and seagulls /