Jimmy $wank - Cornerstore Freestyle

Let me see what this hitting on
Another night by my motherfucking self
I don't even know what to say cause I got so much shit to say, or where to start

I'm gone start from the beginning
Before a nigga even started mixing
Before a nigga pulled up to the stu with all the bitches
Before a nigga got in all black and made a victim
I was probably wearing suits
Boy, my mama was a witness
Ain never been religious
I just used to listen
And when they was finding scriptures, I was prolly writing lyrics
That won't even my intentions
I was trying to pay attention
Guess I never had the spirit
I just always had spirits
And I feel them getting nearer
They hiding in the mirror
Man I came along way from finding rides to Tameara
Man I called her up today, and she told me she got a home and shit
Made a nigga think about that time when we was homeless
She ain't even fold and shit
That was my own bitch
And when I couldn't hold it down, she got her own shit
Only bitch that gave her all and she ain't want shit
Only bitch gave me the world and I ain't owe her shit
She the one that showed me love when I won't on shit
Only bitch that can tell me that ain on shit
And when I got shot, she patched up all my holes and shit
And then what I did
Cheated on that bitch

World so cold, I wear a thermal
Keep the heater up my shirt, just like a thermal
Its gone burn you
No hyperthermia
Melt his internal
Pull up to your hood like Worm do
You wormfood
Nice dude
No nice jewels
Lets talk high school
Before I shot at niggas, I promise boy, I would fight you
Little dude
Since middle school
Not with the ridicule
How you let lil sko beat you up?
Nigga, you pitiful
Then, we switched schools
Niggas in the class with a pistol
How you gotta pistol and you asking for a pencil
Everybody in the same city
Cant miss em
So if that nigga feeling disrespected, he gone get you
Get that through your mental
That can drive you mental
You can mind your business
They gone rob your business
You can mind your business, but your cousin, he a killer
And they cant find your cousin, so they cutting through your window
Nigga, it don't matter what you into
If he ain't got a pistol, then the nigga must be Hindu
Nigga killed my cousin before we even got to cool it
Now I can't say too much, or niggas gone say it's for viewers
They locked my niggas for that shit but I know they ain't do it
Long live my nigga
He deserve a fucking movie
Or a fucking grammy
For his fucking family
I seen your daddy crying, man that shit was fucking tragic
Who would've thought one of our niggas would get caught in traffic
I don't ever want to see my king do a bid
I won't ever have to see my son up in a casket

Written by:
William Taylor Jr.

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