The Moon Man - 2020 Freestyle

Oh, oh, here I'm dead Oh, oh, here I'm dead
Crawl, see you can't see Crawl, see you can't see
Uh, uh Looking at my bank account
I see the most I've ever seen Just tryna see green

Had me having to be green I hope you know what I mean
I ain't mean to be mean I just had to meet my means
Yeah, by any means Now I'm wanting to find the things
I'm talking designer things Mint coats, diamond rings

All the shit this lifestyle brings Gucci on my feet, uh
Bottle in my suite with Models in my sheets, but
Hollas in my heat, fuck All of you niggas that secretly hatin
Dapping up and handshaking But look in your eyes and all I see is Satan

Swear to God that these niggas be snaking Kinda hard not to get it mistaken
Even Jesus got forsaken Guess I just gotta be patient, yeah
But rapping don't pay shit And the niggas still gotta pay rent, yeah
The fuckery's flagrant But I smell money, that's the fragrance, yeah

If I don't make a dollar from rapping At least my songs would've made sense, yeah
Had to turn my bars into bar wire For niggas that was on the fence, yeah
But I ain't take offense Ain't no recompense
We ain't gotta make amends I'm just trying to make some fucking ends

I was sincere, I didn't send you shit Speaking of my sins
That's why I got no time for no cap and ass Fugazi friends
But fuck that shit Young as fuck, niggas still in his twenties
Trying to get a bag on Copperjack Had a bass booming out twenties

For you fuck niggas, I see it all My vision's still 2020
And for the rest of y'all I'll fuck with you 2020
I'm out
Wait for it, if you ain't gonna wait for it

Alright

Written by:
JORDAN W EDWARDS, JULIAN BROWN

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