437 Freestyle ft. Southern Slaves Lyrics

They said to be smooth wit it

I'm wit yo bitch, yeah I'm pretty smooth wit it

And my drink don't gotta have booze in it

I got shook when I saw the news image

That ain't me that's a new image

I read the Bible tryna understand the truth in it

It's 2006, I gotta end the call I'm finna lose minutes

It's been a bit but who's finished

If you cross my crews limits nigga you finished

So who's wit it

Finna kill you with a few writtens

So good riddance these the type of niggas that should listen

You's a hood kitten in the hood hidden

I do this for the hood children

Tryna get up out the hood that's my hood mission

uh, uh, uh, uh

Won't answer to no man I conquer this land

Hard to walk in quick sand but I meet my demands

Every day gets tougher but I stick to the plan

Aint shit made easy in this life with no bands

So I get up and look for a way to advance

In reality a lot of us don't even have chance

Good luck tryna battle when you learning how dance

In this game shit gets bad, emcees going out sad

Prolly cus they do it for the bag (mh not me)

Rolling off the bean got her jumping like a athlete

Adidas laced right Walter White, yea I'm that clean

Ight, mhm yup

First things, second

Im only third to this fourth blessing

Im on the step fifth step with depression

Im sick off all this capper

Sugar coding, cinnamon rolling with the batter

Bitch I'm never getting fatter

Im really getting blacker

See me like a fly on windshield, I just bother when it matters

Different levels, from the gutter to the palace

Im just move in silence while I'm climbing up this giant ladder

You can't see this inadequate, I bet

Im going when its red

Im going when I'm greedy with the pen

Nothing cheesy nohing easy to the grit

When I'm getting busy with the biz

Fire on this spitter throw this water on my sense

Never gave it nothing but my best

Sex up in my city all these bitches want me for my kids

Cater to the cause never cater on my cadence to the chips

Eating good, I'm just hungry what we got up in the fridge

Something burning (let me get a little quench)

Peep my vantage

In the sky with my feet planted

1 shot, 2 kills, special beam cannon

Search for peace on the globe but I always wreak havoc

Shit I'm just tryna feast, fuck a ham and cheese sandwich

Tongue tied white women, make em speak Spanish

Fertilize their wombs, pray our seeds breed famine

Sins unaccounted, every good deed reprimanded

Might slice your hands off just for reaching for my chalice

Tripped on my mind, faceplant, clean landing

Careful where I step, ain't trying to crease the Alexander's

Done walked through hellfire, I've done seen greener pastures

Tryna bridge over troubled waters like Aretha Franklin

I was 10 like Kenny Cormick cheesing off the cat piss

Let's shoot a film like Tarantino classics

Let it premiere to masses

Slaves did the screenplay and graphics

Let Rashied do the track list

In the land of the lost

Where yo life come with a cost

Where the corrupt erupt

We tired of being stuck, don't be in awe

When we do killings and rob

Then maliciously matriculate perceptions of god

I enter the void

They hear the pleasures of noise, I said

I must be light, create life from my loins

Together we fall cause together we join

We modern day slaves

While we walk on grids just tryna feed our kids

That's an honest days work from the 3rd world frame

You read it in the news while you taking a shit

Ain't no one paying attention, no one giving a fuck

Like miss virgin Mary at the chapel taking some dick

But she still gave birth, now Christ on a crucifix

I wish he never died for my sins

To let me earn my stripes, earn it right

Even if it's late breakfast and early nights