Todz - Wowza Freestyle

S M F Y shout my real ones
That go grind hard 'til the mill comes
And stay grinding for the second and the third
'Cause it ain't about the money my brother
It's about the works
We've been doing dirt and I'm good to back to it
Progress is a must and we work with what works
Like how could I stray from these streets
They did birds and bees we did curb and fiends
I'm qualified to tell you these streets deadly
I took nuff mans things but never bit a hand that fed me
I got too much love for the bro bro's
I'd rather die for the bro code than a postcode
Shelly from I step in
Every bars fire my Brother you know the settings
Its only right that they keep them doors closed
Because if we get in we go bombard it rarse
Turn their spot into ours
We wanted money and cars
Now these chicks wanna tear off they bras
Because they rate a mans bars
And I ain't even gone ak
Still itched up in the manor
With my zegmo and a cognac
Still itched up in the manor
Where there's push bikes and hammers
Where the snakes love to push knife where your back is
Moneys all that matters
They keep money in the mattress
While these young montanans stay scheming for where that is
I gotta pray for the ends
Because these streets sticky man prey on they friends
And you ain't gotta ask where'd the loyalty go
Just know man would rather be disloyal than broke
(Ayy yoo)
And that's why snitching's on the up
'Cause the codes still in play
But these youth's don't give a fuck
And I blame the real 'cause we've let them run a muck
Its no one mans fault but we all need pulling up
Pull him up pull him up
'Cause that todz youth he the truth
And I don't need charlie to set fire to the booth
I represent the youths that drink liquor burn zoots
Chase loot ask questions after they shoot
(Brapp bap baa)
Nothing the we wanted came easy
And we probably wouldn't want it if it's easy
Greazy the backgrounds greasy believe me
Round here dawg even the honest move sleazy
And I ain't inna the mix up
I've seen man turn pussy and the shit go tits up
Going jail is a myth but the mandem have to eat
So the mandem take risks
We all know how sticky these streets are
And everyday dawg life gets cheaper
I tried to dodge broke but he caught me
Now I'm back in the whizzer with grub moving naughty
Some do it for the money ]
Some do it for the tun
Some really want a way out of this dunya
All we know is now now now
'Cause no ones inna woulda shoulda coulda
Dawg life's for the living
And living on brokes like driving on empty
So the killys stay killing
And stress is tryna get man down so we big spliff building
I've never been a liar or a thief
Still il take mans things and swear blind it weren't me
There's too many man caged free the migos
Anytime I rhyme I shell bring out your beach clothes

Written by:
Fabian Palmer

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