Third Coast Dee - Gospel Freestyle (feat. AustinGotDam)

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

Written by:
Austin Noravong, Denys Ortiz

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