Big Homie Freestyle, Pt. 2 Lyrics

Hateful transitions when you focused on your vision

I could make them relevant give them a lil mention

Fuck a nigga fuck a bitch trying to keep me tempted

Money pussy weed comatose me out existence

Long handle spoon got to keep them at a distance

Left hand confusing the right don't know the mission

Popped out the crib in my Nike's solo missions

Manipulation all thru her psyche keep it pimping

Toxic baby, I'm sick and tired of all the lies

First you one way and then you switch up nigga you in disguise

They keep playing with my love I might air this bitch out tonight

Use to love myself but all of this trauma I'm losing sight

Keep my heart to myself cuz this darkness blinding the light

Think I'm all out of love and I'm tired of wasting my time

Fuck you niggaz and bitches just keeping my gun by my side

This is therapy blind them wit silence I play me a symphony

Call me a tyrant I'm causing a riot you fuck wit me

Tried an alliance but peace was never just meant for me

Thought she was diamond shawty you more like dirty weed

Wanting me to pay all her bills and fix her dirty weave

Riding wit the Blic in my whip my hip cause surgeries

Each day been seeking for peace feel like eternity

Soul gone shawty think she healing internally

But every time she opens her mouth she further damages me

Everyday I look in the mirror should be on BET

Wrestle wit my demons I finished one wit a DDT

Another demon beat my ass cardiac arrested me

Niggaz and bitches showing fake love

I rather focus on the man sitting above

Call me OJ I'm skating don't fit the glove

A lot of rappers they acting and playing tough

And I'm the skinny nigga that's calling your bluff nigga

Skit

They like who is he?

Standing on quick sand like it's water

It's a movie

Fuck around you might be departed

She choosey

You can have that bitch I don't want her

She a groupie

Can't have no food or no water

Got a loose leaf

Rolling up this gas high as Vince Carter

She crazy

Had to leave my ex bitch she a stalker

He said trust me

Fuck that I can tell he be a talker

I'm a zombie

Walking Dead I'm a big stepper I'm a walker

In the concrete

Ten toes won't fold got to stay proper

Call me daddy not her father

Use to doubt me I go farther

Get me a bag I break it in half wit my dawgs

All this gas that I rolled I put that shit up in a raw

Bad bitch she iron my draws not wearing no draws

Or a bra cuz she know in a second I take them off

Big homie to all of my yungins I get the call

Always sliding for my niggaz don't care if they right or wrong

Grinding hard ups and downs just wait till the money long

Loose cannon see the ops you know that I'm quick to draw BANG

Skit