Yodah Benji's - Freestyle

Man
Walked in this mothafucca not knowing what I was gone say
Clears throat
Fucc it I'ma speak the truth
And this is not a rap song I'm trying let go pain
I walked the stage with a trap phone had to do my thang
I walked the stage with a trap phone had to do my thang
3 in the morning niggas calling me & talking bout death
When I'm outside I keep it on me cuz it's life or death
Sometimes the ones that say they love you be yo biggest threats
Gotta keep 'em out my business nigga I be saying less
To much back forth on the internet my biggest threat
So fucc that talking where you at you niggas getting stretched
Is this more than a rap song what they tryna guess
These niggas fearing for they life the only thing confessed
It's money on my head I want em dead I cannot rest
R.I.P my granny I'm sorry but I did my best
My flag blue but feel alone when I looking to my left
I went to school but disrespect you know I'm still gone step
Constantly be smoking rolling doja when I be feeling stressed
To many times I done relapsed when I felt depressed
Dirt on my hands I did some shit that I just can't regret
Constant reminders when I wake up in them cold sweats
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah
And this is not a rap song I'm trying let go pain
I walked the stage with a trap phone had to do my thang
I lost it all I had to trap just to pay off tuition
Don't care for school but for my family played my position
I put my all into that shit & it left me hopeless
When I was doing bad a shame they act like ain't notice
I lost my dog to them streets cuz my dog ain't focus
I lost all of niggas tried to save em they can quote this
Don't know how to cope with all this pain so I try to write it
I lost it all when I seen my daddy get indicted
And fucc these rapper dreams my niggas fighting at war
To many dead & gone the devil steady at my door
Them bullets slanging bacc & forth we double bacc for more
I drown the pain up in liquor smell it in my pours
I came a long way from niggas steal out them stores
I came a long way from niggas bussing at you niggas stores
I came a long way from sweeping money off the floor
Dice games big games laundry room floor
Fucc a nigga mean money nigga ain't yours
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
And this is not a rap song I'm trying let go pain
I walked the stage with a trap phone had to do my thang
I lost it all I had to trap just to pay off tuition
Don't care for school but for my family played my position
Money on my head I want em dead I cannot rest
R.I.P my granny I'm sorry but I did my best
My flag blue but feel alone when I looking to my left
I went to school But disrespect you know I'm still gone step

Written by:
Chris Jones

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