Big City Freestyle Lyrics

It's a big city, yeah, it's a big city, don't get double-tapped

I'm feeling self-made, I don't give a fuck what the rest say

Didn't wanna see me win, I got a bad bitch with melanin

I got an opportunity, I had to get it in

Same shit, different day

Pour the liquor up because I know it take the pain away

Come on, all the drug dealers, put your pinkies in the sky

All the bad bitches, are you feeling my vibe?

I can't handle it, I get them nods in my city

I got the answers and, a lot of people in my city

Getting that cancer shit, that's what I think about

When I'm taking this smoke right in

Do you know the feeling, when your phone is clicking?

I've been in my feelings, I've been looking at ****

I'm looking at dealings with it, I've been dealing with it

I've been taking seals with me

I'm running track these days, I'm feeling beautiful

Can you hold me down, down

Until I get a deal, I'm on that other timing

I don't go unless I feel it, it was satisfying

To get an S5 just to wheel it

None of my brothers rhyming

They won't go unless there's three of you

You told the whole truth, that shit was weak of you

Now I can't stop with this music until I'm bleeding blue

Tell me, do they feel you?

I whip the Ghost for motivational purposes

Educating my workers I tell my YD to run it up

White girl, no Sucker Punch

I've been up, I've been broke, I had money and I fucked it up

Double up another cup, okay

I think I need some painkillers for my paper cuts

I think I need some painkillers for my paper cuts

Sometimes I sit by myself, I get these bad thoughts

Bad bitches, dope fiends having lockjaw

Bag switching, sixteen, having strips locked

I was foil wrapping before I ever touched a Ziploc

I never thought about rapping with dirty pills in my knapsack

In the club I'm dirty dancing with a weapon

Dirty soda in my hand, I won't forget it

Now I'm flying beyond it, I'm bringing trap back

Uh, uh, she never paid attention

And if I'm gonna be honest, I never liked that

I'm trying to run up a hundred, it's fuck a light bag

I'm trying to fuck up these numbers

But can we fuck for a minute and then get right back?

Uh, uh

Come on, all the drug dealers, put your pinkies in the sky

All the bad bitches, are you feeling my vibe?

I can't manage it

Feels like she gave me her heart, now I can't damage it

I'm trying to make these connections, feels like I'm panicking

I find it hard to open up, I fear abandonment

What if I never make it out, feels like I'm vanishing

No, I can't go for another, cause it won't be the same

And when I call you my brother, it's cause we bleed the same

I'm trying to, trying to be the champ in my city

But more times they steady blam in my city

It's fuck pigs, they going ham in my city

They overpopulate the can in my city

They never help us, now it's fucking Margeilas

When I stand on my city

It's fuck 'em all, I hand to hand in my city

You got a brick of brown, you make a hundred grand in my city

I turn a focus to a Lam' in my city

5K, Cutz the Artist I'm hardest, I'm the hardest

I'm the hardest, I'm the hardest in the city

Yeah, uh, yeah

Really, you can't name nobody that be really fucking with me

No, no, you can't, yeah

Mmm

5K, I need 500 bands, yeah