Big(remix)-freestyle

Start a flow while its raining outside of my window.

Thinking back when they used ta ask what ya in for..

That's back when we used ta shake up like kin folks.

Now days kill you punks trying ta pretend bro.. No we not,,,

only family and my glock.

Could ever get dat close ta me my nigga try n get shot..

Could go all day my pen game hot/ mics I slay.

If i ever need assistance got a brother down da way.. Do i need to say mo probably not

my flow gone drop /she like it /when i spit

too late bitch. I'm on dat gas spitting fire bout ta blow up quick.. You don't exist

all eyes on me. Shes on my dick/ ya best believe.

Ya want it back then she charge a fee.

She bring it back bitch this game ain't free

 

eat sleep write/and i flow repeat

 

that’s the life I leed the life for me

 

burn emcees when I write this heat

 

with the fire I breathe on mics when I speak

 

always win them fights in the street

 

to much pride inside of me no defeat

 

take it to the extreme when crews flex on me

 

rise to my feet from the dead like a zombie

 

I came correct to wreck the set

 

I kill em dead let’s place a bet

 

to collect some cents I need to vent

 

many men telling me Im finished I’m dead

 

yet this isn’t the end I still got a sixth sense

 

for bitches who give good head

 

lick it from the hood to the stem

 

ive been on the bend with a new blend

 

heaven sent been getting bent with a few friends

 

more to spend who’s next

 

body’s hit the floor gotta move quick so I flex

 

dig a deep trench to hide the stench

 

keep telling these men I live life intense

 

but I’m not camping demanding respect

 

these cunts actors then

 

facts on the tracks I said

 

pop lead like I’m zeppelin

 

they pretending no comprehending

 

im a competitor with the pen

 

no Competition from them so I win again

 

to close to the edge looking over the ledge

 

I go super sonic like hedge no stopping

 

get loose on the chronic off my head

 

when I hit bongs looking out for the cops

 

see them sirens behind us shit gets tossed

 

search for what I forgot try to find where I was not

 

x marks the spot injection in the chest

 

call it a hot shot mixing weed with the meth

 

call me a crack pot I need a feature to go off hit a jackpot

 

lost the jacks can’t follow my tracks

 

then I jacked these ops in a drop top

 

I don’t stop till I got the lot

 

for the whole squad don’t pray to god

 

I ain’t Religious just play my position on top

 

and if I really want I can wave this wand

 

and have you getting got

 

gone and knocked your life lost

 

when you cross a boss prepare for a loss

 

clock stopped no tick tock what what

 

I said no tick bitch listen kid

 

I’m cash rich it’s gone quick

 

disappearing like a magicians assistant

 

in an instant no trick shit you’ve gone missing

 

I start slipping sitting here glitching

 

legs are Kung fu kicking twitching and itching

 

been hitting everything there pitching

 

at the plate I’m switching off my face spitting

 

put faith in my system so I can keep on living

 

this crazy excistance went from crack dealing

 

to straing at a prison ceiling still not sleeping

 

the way I had been thinking had me distant

 

but everything can change in an instant

 

from going your way today easily wining

 

next minute swimming against the waves

 

but really what’s the difference I still get paid

 

no life no more there was a time before

 

we started fighting this war

 

we kept shit hidden behind a closed doors

 

you know the score alone and bored

 

he using more abusing thoughts

 

feeling like a used up whore

 

no use anymore the useless sort

use the beats for sport

blow the fuse bitch i lit the torch