100 Bars (Freestyle)

Opening my eyes to a future in the street
Not a petty street guy, but a guy that understood
Hey, you can get out of this hood
But you have to be intelligent
You could be a killer or a tough guy
But you have to be intelligent
Any dummy could go put a bat across somebody's head
But you gotta know when to do it
You gotta know how to get away with it
And you have to have the balls to be able to do it

I wonder if I open the door,
Would she walk out?
Snatch the wig, off the top of the coupe
Now the chops out
Back then
Shit
I ain't even had shit
All I had was fucking pencils and papers and a slit wrist
Bitch you not shit
Fuck her then pass her out to the bro
I'm just a loverboy at heart
That's why I'm fucking her slow
I like to make love,
Shawties love to think I'm a pimp
I'm tryna fall in love again,
My homies say I'm a Simp
I said, my love life is just like yours
Nonexistent
I had to break up with ex,
Cause her dumbass,
Just wouldn't listen
Now I'm linking up with Kie
And I fell for her in an instant
Yeah I fuck wit' our lil vibe,
And I fuck with how you consistent
I almost folded cause my self sabotaging
I had to stop
I shot my shot
Just like an AR-15 with a bump stock
I know that shit cruel
Bitches playing me like a fool
I seen the streets was gettin' wicked,
So I bought me a tool
Man I, had to get the feel for this shit,
Like Stevie Wonder
All gas, no brakes
You can't pump cause this a Hummer
All electric when I'm sliding on niggas, and burning rubber
Spitting bars
On this shit
Like I'm Rio on, "Dumb and Dumber"
I'm most wanted in my city, not talking bout from the cops
I ain't beefing with nobody,
So how could I have an opp?
If a, nigga ever try me,
He legally getting popped
I got my permit for this shit
So like Fortnite,
You gettin' knocked
Nocturnal,
At night I wish for greatness, like Timmy Turner
Beat the pack up like I'm Ike
Rest in paradise Tina Turner
We can, hit another lick
But I gotta toss out the burner
Never was the type to murder
I'm staying out all the drama
My lil brother driving a Honda
I had a Ford
I think he oughta cop another
Since niggas on one Accord
I got this dog up in my chest
Walk around like I'm Mike Vick
Yeah, I'm tryna get a German
He faster than Kyle Pitts
You doing what you do to get paid
Rap what I'm paid to do
I'm boyfriend material baby
That's what I'm made of boo
Rolling Loud I'm selling my tickets
Since I ain't make it too
I'm tryna run up ten thousand bands
Give me a day or two
This a newer era,
The industry imma conquer
Set it up, yeah I'm defending this shit
Playing Tachanka
Tryna get the golden ticket
Like niggas in Willy Wonka
Off roadin' when I slide in the Jeep
Man this is a Tonka
Play my CD
Get the tables, so we could just hit a 3D
Spent like 10 years
Rapping to make it
This shit ain't easy
Slid my hand into the game
But my fingers was hella greasy
Now the crackers fuck with me
But it's probably because I'm cheesy

So I started understanding
Going in with three and four and five guys
That was a cowards move
But if you can go by yourself and do things
You can be very successful in this life