Cwilltooill - Free Game

Look I had to change my approach
Cause I'm not in to riding no waves
Yea Ima' cool n**** that's facts
But don't ask for my time less it's paid

Some saying Cwill bout to blow
Yeah that's love but I already know
This the year that I'm charging for features
And I'm upping my bread for a show

I'm putting a stamp on my worth
Rappers talking I don't see them work
Guess they thinking that they homie up next
I know people ride d*** but this worse

I know grown men that's waiting on other n****s
Just so they can put food in they mouth
And I know Cwill sorta' young
But I don't think that's gone workout
I think these n****s need father figures
Or do some to get d**k out they mouth

Vivid dreams of the ones I know envy me
And It's crazy they all on my couch
told my monique to send me this beat
When I got it I beat that h** down
Wrote this verse while I'm smoking a titty
yeah no pun intended I'm Pushing em out

Tell the Dj to turn up the speakers
Need to hear this s*** hit at its loudest
When my family hear me on the radio
They gone be glad that I stuck to my prowess

I hate b****** that always want extra (uh)
And don't ever want broke n****s next to em
When the whole time you dancing and shaking huh...
If you really so bad what you naked for?

But I hope they keep throwing you money
And I pray that s*** paying tuition
And if you decide that wanna quit
Then you can come shake it for Christian

I could never let hate block my mission
Rap and sing I'm my own competition
Every time that I sing or rap
People ask me why I'm independent

So I tell em it's cool lil mama
We got more s*** to do lil mama

Told my Bruhduhhh's it's cool we got it
We ain't even hit stride we just trotting

Told my brutha don't buss at the op, op
My n**** couldn't help it he (fap fap)
Now we do this shit for our n****s that locked up in cages for bulls*** a** drug charges

Yeah I gotta pay rent on the fourth
But I'm thankful for somewhere to lay
Next I pay on my car and my phone
Then I go put some gas in my tank
After that I get food from the HEB
And I put a buck fifty in savings
All the rest go to me, my job, my girl, my stock,
An occasionally the latest

But please do not get this s*** twisted
This ain't even my prime I'm just gifted
So I hope that somewhere in this verse
That you took the time to out just to listen
And I swear if you download my music
Cwill a put you up on game
Ain't no lies I meant that to my frame
How you stop when you in yo own lane
I promised my mama when I get this paper
I'll go get some land in my name


Ima get hella love when I make it
Cause my city know I ain't gone change
Don't compare me to nobody lesser than
Some one that you know that I'm better than
Me and them not a match
And it's evident
I'm done f****** the game b**** I'm celibate
(Yeah, yeah)

Written by:
CHRISTIAN WILLIAMS, MONIQUE DIAMOND

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