Top Floor Freestyle

Mike, Mike, you be goin' crazy Mama told me get a job, but it ain't work Until the day I get a deal, ma, I still gotta serve Cuz kept it so real, I ah killed over Ferg I been battlin' addiction ma I'm still on them perks I can feel it gettin' worse, I know it's gettin' worse I woke up and Got throwed ain't even feed my kids first But they still gon' eat, that's why daddy in the streets I get them everything they need, this a struggle they can't see I hurry up and leave when the phone ring I give my kids what they want, they want disown me You gotta watch out for the fakes and the phonies You gotta watch out for the Erics and the Tonys Them niggas police I can't believe that I got tricked like we was on teams I think about that shit and laugh Sometimes I think about that same shit and I get sad A bitch tricked me out my freedom, bro, tricked me out the bag Same ones say they happy for a nigga really mad How the fuck he outta jail where that boy get 80 racks Same nigga talkin' down and same ones ain't pay me back Let me switch topics, before it fuck around and make me mad Big Tone got me together, he like, Cuz I got whatever This won't pacify your pain, but this lil' shit'll make it better Zelly, he know he my brother, he gave me a zip of butter He said, Brody, if you stay down, you'll be up by the summer Momma said, stay out of trouble A smile come across my face, I see the water bubble Niggas know I'm back out, & swiping they in trouble Depending on what your last dealer gave you, I'll do double If I give you a chance and you blow it, then it's fuck you I'm hangin' up the phone if you talk about homicide Me and bro came out the same pussy, don't see eye to eye It's a whole lot of excuses when it's time to slide Indictments come by surprise, that's why I ain't been round the guys Fuck a job, I'll never work another nine to five My phone ring at 5 a.m., I guess it's time to rise and grind Gotta move with precision, benefiting off a crime One mistake, all it take to get a whole lotta time If you in the streets, you ain't immune to the shit It be ups, it be downs, just get used to the shit When your family snake you out, it be confusing and shit Once it's up, then it's stuck, no defusing the shit Ain't no fair fights with me, boy, I'm usin' the blick Sound like a whoopee cushion when I'm usin' the switch If I hold it too long, then a few gon' get hit Ain't no cap in my rap, boy, I'm true to this shit Pop a nigga, pop a perk, I feel cool as a bitch She did the two-hand twist, I feel glued to this bitch Hoes say I'm nonchalant, I be rude as a bitch I stay with the attitude, mental abusing a bitch Life full of choices, be wise and choose what you pick You can come up quick if you fuckin' with that shit I sold brick by brick, tenth by tenth Ran it up and lost it all, I'ma do that shit again