BCA Mike - Freestyle

Niggas muggin but wont touch me I swear this shit get ugly
This real life Madden I send a blitz I send a blitz they come through rushin
Li bra got that chopper on him and he wont hesitate to bust it
He like bro just say the word
Just point a finger and Ima pluck him
Its too many sticks up in this bitch to try to throw hands
I just fuck her ion love ha I ain't got time for all that romance
Niggas talk down on you to these hoes for some pussy
So im like fuck a friend
Ks on deck like we the Klux Klan
Bienary triggers make a nigga tap dance and we still slidin
Bro shot at the whip thought we wont bust back
And bitch he still hidin
Load up the clip hop in the whip talkin back-to-back
And we still riding
Aint no love up in my city I roll a Phily cause this shit traumatizing
These young niggas livin like kamikaze
Tryna leave a nigga mama teary eyed
I said father help me come and save me I need a blessing
He said you see the signs separate so you can stop stressin
Bitches steady texting irritating DND my messages
You wasn't there when I was down and out not a dollar in my checkings
I know aint nobody perfect cause perfect Im far from that
Put my heart up in these verses mama told me she proud of that
Bitches fucked me over thinkin I was gone let em double back
These streets dont love you remember I told you that
But fuck that cause Im still livin my life
And Im still chasin after riches
And I dont fuck with these niggas I pay no mind to these bitches
They let off shots and couldnt hit me
I still thank God that Im livin
And I just beat another sentence Im steady dodgin penitentiary
And I say father help me come and save me I need a blessing
I caught on to the signs I got the memo I got the message
Cause separation the answer Im done copin with my depression
I got some shit I need to figure out forgive me for all these questions
Cause Im still tryin to find myself
When I need peace I got nowhere to go
Im still stuck up in these streets
But aint trippin cause this the life I chose
Threw away my heart at a early age its crazy im searchin for my soul
These niggas just mad they aint got no motion
This drink got me movin in slow motion

Written by:
Michael McGee

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