Lil Tweak - Free Noodlez (Outro)

Gang
Really thinking like I could do something with this rapping shit you hear me
I'm a turn them up
I ain't gone let em down

Ayy ain't chase no degree I enrolled to the block
All them times i had none trynna scrape for the pot
I invest in a flip now my pockets got knots
Spend some bands on some fits and go play with the thots
Drugs got me lit know we turnt in the spot
Growing up ina streets we don't talk to the cops
To hustle maintain I learned that from my pops
Control of my grind we gone get to the top
Hit the trap then i dip cause i gotta re-up
Live my life on the strip i'm testing that luck
That bag ima blitz I'm a fiend for them bucks
Ina streets keep that heat get the packs from the trucks
I be hugging the block jumping on every sale
I had touch my first gun felt a rush i was twelve
I be missing g zah he locked up ina cell
Free my bro out tht box got his pics ina mail

Wanna see all my niggas do well
In the streets we got sick and the trap where i fell
When my moms need that rent ima send it through zelle
Ask my bro how is life said he going through hell

Rolling woods don't fuck with no swishes
Pull up do them dirty then wash em like dishes
Watch ya back niggas hoes move behind you like bitches
Off my shit i want gold on the road to the richest
It's a couple of them hoes i still got ona hit list
For a fact when she know that I'm gone she gone miss this
Hit the scene be so fly where ya phone can you pic this
Got stay humble the sneaks that i walked can you fit this
Since a kid i been scarred take my thoughts can you fix this
Late nights masking up to go find where the licks is
Aint have hope i wasn't getting no presents for christmas
Hardwork when i write hear these words like who write this

Written by:
Izaraa Bowens

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