Impatient Freestyle

Shout out to the gang yo
 R.i.p. to my niggas
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 Shout out to my niggas that be drillin' shit
 Free my niggas in the field that was us
 R.i.p. to my niggas I can't see no more
 Gang with this generation now it can't be no more gang
 Long nights we was trippin' in them projects
 Took a minute but we made it out the projects
 My hood love me so my niggas I can't let 'em down
 I'm that nigga that you heard it from word of mouth
 Real nigga I'll show you what you doing wrong
 Victoria secret I put you in a Louis thong
 Yeah, baby that's that boss up
 All these bitches ran through, they be tossed up
 Why these bitches in they feelings like they lightskin?
 But she just left ten bands on my nightstand
 No friends, just a Glock, that's my right hand
 Sneak dissin' 'til we hop up out that white van
 Yeah, bitch, you can't play me
 Struggle hard in these streets really made me
 Don't get picked off, my brother playin' safety
 We gon' keep it low-key like I'm Haiti
 Niggas ain't know me, I ain't even make it
 Fourth and ten so you know I'm 'bout to take it
 And could you tell me why these hoes so basic?
 Money made, lil bitch, I'm money making
 Never feed into these lies and these bitches
 Cameras on, so I know the feds listenin'
 Never feed into these lies and these bitches
 Cameras on, so I know the feds listenin', ayy
 Céline bag, I'll put you in them Christians
 Hundred dollar steaks, bitch, we Ruth Chris-in'
 So much blue bills, think a nigga crippin'
 Mama worried, she just worried how I'm livin'
 To keep it real with you, baby, I can't tell the truth
 If it's dreams to be sold, I can sell it too
 I wanna get rich, now tell me, what you wanna do?
 Take you out that Honda, girl, and put you in a coupe
 Yeah, I heard you wanna win and to never lose
 Fuckin' with them lame niggas, that's the outcome
 I'm only rollin' with some niggas tryna down some'
 Couple winners on them cases so they found some'
 You ain't ridin' for yourself, that's a head shot
 How you niggas say y'all shootin' but send leg shots?
 Never personal, it's never nothin' like that
 Blue strips out your bitch and give it right back
 Sucker niggas down the street, heard they hate me
 I think they mad 'cause they brodie died
 Speakin' on me to these bitches, I ain't even mad
 Instead of feelings, I'm just gettin' to that fuckin' bag
 Lurkin' on me, baby girl, might get your feelings hurt
 I can't even lie to you, I be feelin' hurt
 Yeah, I be feelin' hurt
 I can't even lie to you, I be feelin' hurt
 Man, tell brodie pour up that dark shit
 Threes and twenties, all that shit
 Free the home team, RIP to the gang, you feel me?
 All that shit
 Ayy, bosses don't brag, gangsters don't advertise
 You feel me?
 Pay me in bands
 Ask your bitch, she'll tell you
 Ayy, all you niggas get out your feelings too, all that internet thuggin'
 We gon' pop out
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 Killing's got to be accepted
 Murder was the only way that everyone stayed in line