Shorty-G - Past Due Freestyle

Feelin' the range of all my emotions
Don't care to know what I'm supposed to
I missed class today cause I'm only focused about feelin' motions
I'm goin' through what I'm supposed to
Don't talk to me about no poster
It's educated niggas round me
Don't talk to me about no poser

I woke up this mornin' readin' contracts I'm the closer
They send me the information to make sure the game is over
I'm the said and done, I'm the fat lady and I'm singin
Bitch, run me one, bet you not gon' cross me up

I mean it, I'm the chosen one, they woke me up
I mamba with the defense, this lockdown shit done forced me in my bag
I ain't peep it, but it's on now
Expect me to increase the heat repeatedly

Tryin' to get the sear down, I'm walkin' the year down
Can't nobody touch me, I'm gettin' a bust down
I'm talkin' a Gold crown, no rollie
I'm finna change the whole sound, give a fuck a gatekeeper or goalie

You can call the police,
I'm well connected, these niggas don't know me
I study them, and they don't even see me
That's how it's supposed to be

Stay on the ground
Don't leave the found
Stay on the ground
Protect the crown
What you think gon' happen when it's over with
I don't know

I know I can't change it, I move with the sitch
I know that my people, I tell you that we done been here
We might be changin', but my niggas ain't goin' nowhere
Bet I bust down my whole family, crowns for everyone

Jean-Michel, all my grandkids
Gon' own somethin' and nah they ain't fat sell
My mama like travelin', I buy her a jet and a yacht for full sail
My granny always want a Lexus, uh, put that bitch in the mail

Please don't think it's sweet, I know I come off as a sweetheart
I might be, but niggas might describe me as a Sweet Tart
I love you, but my investment is my money, nigga
Be smart, play around with my money, I bet shorty pull yo G card

I ain't mean to scare you, but it's third degree, ooh, uh
I love all my people that live close to me, uh, uh
Call my niggas family, cause they go for me, ooh
They believe in me, uh, uh

That's all I could ask from a nigga who gon' speak for me
That's all I could say from a nigga who gon' go B's for me
My niggas gon' stand on ten toes, they ready to go for me
I got wolves in the pack, warriors behind my back

My nigga Andre with the ball, he gon' set up the three, uh, splash
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Niggas think it's sweet, they say I come off as a sweetheart
It's cool, but lil' nigga, I pull your G-card

Seriously, don't come up to me
They believe in me

Written by:
Kai Smith

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