Baby OG - Validation Freestyle
2019 I decide to make music
I didn't have the balls to record but I grew it
Told both my siblings and mama
That we finna get to the top by the work that I put in
Been spending nights in the studio
Tryna finesse a lil sum for my mama to prove it
I just be struggling balancing school work with music
And that shit is making me lose it
I do not care bout the money you making
I wanna know if you real or you faking
Stay out the mix so don't ask me for favors
I'm dodging bullets like Neo in matrix
My phone on DND wood on her braces
Too many hoes I be confusing faces
Running it up while I'm switching locations
I made affirmations
With no validation
I'm hopping and skipping
I'm sipping on whiskey
I'm high like a pigeon
I'm too elite it's a different division
Lately I'm chasing the bag it's a mission
I'm tryna run me a couple of millis
Don't feel no pressure don't see competition
Look in the mirror I'm one of the realest
Get to the bank and see three different bitches
And two of em ran up on three different niggas
With glocks to the stomachs they begging and pleading
Couldn't believe it I thought I was tweakin
Call 911 bet these niggas are sleepy
Cut to the chase now them niggas was bleeding
Wonder if people don't have nomo feelings
I remember 6 o'clock in the evening
Couldn't even sleep that was all I was dreaming
I made a decision to go out there and hit a lick
Dreams of me making Ms in a week
Count it up and stash it in a mink
Paper cut now it's blood in the sink
Drop a bag on my mom trick or treat
Spittin bullets I don't need a stick
Sleep on fire you know that I'm lit
Fuck em all man I told you it is what it is
Battling demons I do it in silence
Talking about it is just not a option
I rather put a lil weed in my body
I'm high on exotic I don't do no molly
Baby OG yea I'm one of the hottest
Feel like I shouldn't even be up in college
Way too advanced for a nigga she cute
But she forward I know that she got a high mileage
Back to the music you know how I'm coming
I'm shooting to kill man it's all about me
Wrote a lil verse and I posted on IG now
They tryna put me out cause I got heat
Ain't drop a song but these niggas be trippin off snippets
They say that I gotta release
Been posed to drop I been handling business man
It's certain shit you should keep off the streets
If he a problem I don't send no shooters dawg
I'll just call Tommy Hilfiger it out
Foot on the gas and one foot on they neck now
They know not to play with my name in they mouth
I do not know if it's her or the weed
But I'm telling you something is getting too loud
Flashy been having my back since they had it out
Now they asking why is he rapping
Is school such a challenge
But nigga you know that I have it
I'm getting top from a bad bitch
I can't do no average
I still gotta keep a high standard
Yea she a 10/10 and she one of the baddest
I'm smoother than black Michael Jackson
Moonwalking on the beat
Trench baby in the streets
Cannot keep me on a leash
Gang
Written by:
Mpumelelo Radebe
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