Grey Area Freestyle
Swervé, Ya Digg
I run through the pack like i got a hunnit feet
It ain't cheap for me to speak
Yea i got dirt on my cleats, yeah im the man witt The
Plan im the chief
I rip up the vacuum seal witt my teeth and my keys, soon
As it open the room gone reek
Its 2 a.m. and im off a shroom and im geekin, i
Just ran up a ten through the weekend
I got so many plays i gotta find new routes to take
Naw i cant make no mistakes
My play gave biscotti a taste, and he really thought that i laced
It
Im duckin and dodging from the law like im in the matrix, ion 'never wanna
See a loved one in them cages
My brodie he spinning the block in the latest, i knock the pack
Out with my right, gervonta davis
I thought i lost everything in a dream
I ain't goin i refuse to get disrespected by a feen
Brodie he working on his aim he got the beam
I package the work then get rid of it like a machine
I got saved by the bell like screech
I ran up a hunnit solo in the street
Im still duckin and dodging the moco police
made so many plays in the lot
They left me a notice to leave
Probation made me take a break from the weed, first week i
Was sweating in my sleep
I really hadda leave a lot of people behind, cause they ain't want
Me to grow like a weed
Four-forty eight for 2550 i love doin math imma geek
There ain't no returning the pack you
Don't get a receipt
I always gotta be ahead of my week
Always wake up to the money as soon as i wake up right outta my sleep
A ain't leavin the trap cause im in the deepend, brodie got a gat
In his lap cause he playin defense
Im still trynna figure out how to control all my demons
Im still trynna figure out if im awake or im dreamin
Im married to the trap i made an agreement, when i took
An l i left some blood on the cement
But that was way back when a nigga was broke
They got say what i say and than make it a quote, gotta
Switch up the program like i gotta remote
When i walk in the trap i got social status im the host
When you really havin' naw
You don't gotta boast
Naw i aint comparing myself to a goat, exotic bows in the trap
They got come get a dose
I run through the pack like i got a hunnit feet
It ain't cheap for me to speak
Yea i got dirt on my cleats, yeah im the man witt the
Plan im the chief
I rip up the vacuum seal witt my teeth and my keys, soon
As it open the room gone reek
Its 2 a.m. and im off a shroom and im geekin, i
Just ran up a ten through the weekend