Mal Gottie - 4/20 Freestyle

Gottie who? He is me! Please now don't forget the E
Socially unacceptable, I'm dressed in black down head to feet
Kicking Wisdom to these dummies, I'm really outcha planting seeds
Moving fast while in their lane, I just remind them not to speed
Sharing light with these ally cats, don't have no love for rats
Nigga will tell on his brother, to get a jersey off his back
A Boosie fanatic, he feels he's really living that
Stuff is mouth full of Havoc and leave his body in the trap
Smoking on this fronto, im a little weezy
Been growing lately, I've realized ion have ceiling
Young Duffle Bag Boy, Um coolin, I aint making no noise
In Da Drought Dough Is What I Got, im Live From The 804
Niggas is ruthless, tiger eyed, some toothless
Sexy woman, big booties, will take your cash and ya tooly
Older women have hussles, selling candy and Lysol
While her husband outcha getting bread with that lawnmower
Essentially im essential, a being full of high potential
I am more official than a silver referee whistle
The orical see's my discernment, my journey has no concerns
Because from a fool that is on his last, I am able to learn
In my jalopy im bopping tp Pac, hoping this bitch do not flop
Busting moves with a bad alignment, plus I need two shocks
Sticker just went bad, I hope I don't get stopped
Before I leave the block, The smell of Noir is what I rock
Righteousness is in my attitude, my morals are sublime
Learned breathing for my anger, so my chakras would align
Had to perceive from a different angle so I could read between the lines
So everybody that owes me bread, you can go on and keep your life

Written by:
Jamal Greene

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