Gospel Freestyle ft. AustinGotDam Lyrics

Ayy, before I go left I'm writing my

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

What is the issue

I'm going up swear I'm too official

Hang with them demons I'm surrounded by pistols

Pick your side don't get caught in the middle

Earned these stripes so I'm blowing the whistle

Yeah, yeah, feeling like 42 Dugg

Ayy, sorry baby, I'm a thug Ayy, she just want kisses and hugs

Ayy, look baby, I don't know what you need Look baby, I came from these streets

Look crazy, we off with this heat Money, power, respect ain't nothing in between

All of this shit that we dealt, yeah Nah we ain't need no help, yeah

Smoking this shit off the shelf, ayy Shout out to Dwight but I'm not fucking with 12

Demons in my head, they won't leave me alone

Pack coming in when I pick up the phone

This bitch wann do me, she smell my cologne

Fly out to the bay is like going back home

Pour me the juice in my Styrofoam

Sloppy, no hands, be my type of dome

Gotta go hard, sit right with my soul

Before it go left, I'm writing my wrongs

Straight from the trenches, just me and my niggas

Glock got extensions for handling business

I went on a mission and ain't leave a witness

I'm with all the tension, like what is they missing

Prosper my vision, I ran up them digits

Pour me a 4, while I'm kicking my pimpin

Young nigga no guidance, I don't do compliance

They think that we hiding, we murder in silence

Just want the money, I don't want the fame

To keep it 100, these niggas be lame

Turn nothing to something, I bust down my chain

Trap spot be jumping, I cannot complain

She bad, then I'm fucking, Bae give me that brain

Niggas be hating, throw dirt on my name

I really be thuggin, boy fuck is you saying?

Ain't going for nothing cause I'm knowing the game