ChimaTv - Sleep Freestyle

No I ain't taking from the cookie jar cuz nothing sweet
Looking back a couple months I wonder what to eat
Put a choppa to his head that boy go to sleep
Got him steady thinking all white nigga mister clean

You ain't gonna do a thang get the pine sol
Give a fuck bout what you thinking imma kill em all
Got a price over my head like a Barbie doll
Tell em where I'm at CTV we finna hit the mall

But I'm coming from the brick city
Turn the shit up you needa hear me
Member high school bitches didn't feel me
Got a new jawn she repping philly
When I fuck her know she on the pilly

Imma always be the goat cuz that's just what it is
Imma leave a couple million give it to my kids
They gon always think about the stuff that daddy did
Working cuz I'm never gonna stop how we gotta live

But I'm a rapper out of New Jersey
College football ain't have a jersey
I wanna trust you cuz you seem worthy
If you crossing I can play dirty
Better slow down Kentucky derby

This for everybody tryna doubt my rapping skills
So imma hit you with this freestyle I shoot to kill
Up until I was a teen bitch I had to steal
Better get the fuck up out my way I hit you with the steel

The llama chopping I ain't talking grass
I cut class
On broad street the hollow tip it bust yo ass

Money coming nigga really fast
We get bags
In 403 you new so you get a pass

Staying humble to remain focus
I'm Brain poking
That Henny Black it hit me like the hidden lotus

Wanna quit but no I can't show it
A big bonus
The money coming and now you got a hidden motive

I can't fuck with these bitches cuz no they all the same
Like I'm stuck in a jail in the monopoly game
All I ever wanted in my life was Mary Jane
Always tryna take a nigga money bitch is you insane

Better slow down I hit the top
A couple shots
A dead body and now you tryna call the cops

Nigga calm down you gotta stop
It was the oops
We gotta move before they spin around the block

Get to hopping and running no you don't make a sound
Imma call up my brother tell him it's going down
All the Bali in my face smoke it by the pound
Red Beamer down the street better hit the Fuckin ground

New nigga I'm finna get the money
Ain't nothing funny
You heard it here I'm silly nigga trix the bunny

Never rain bitch it's only sunny
I'm rocking bummy
Empty fridge a nigga used to sleeping hungry

My position imma play it smoove
April fools
Like Johnny Depp I'm winning cuz I play it cool

Now I rock Balenciaga shoes
I paid dues
That money coming so fuck I gotta think bout you

The way I'm packing and flipping you niggas can't compete
I'm all up in the studio a nigga bussing Heat
This gon be the first song that you ever see
Who that nigga hopping on the track call me CTV

There ain't nothing left to be said
Tupac dead
Think you better Go take yo ass to Fuckin bed

Same bitches left me on read
I'm getting bread
I see my phone that bitch she tryna give me head

People turned me down they thought I wasn't good for none
Matt told me why you always gotta ask for some
Having nothing Being broke wasnt really fun
Spent my first check on a new mothafuckin gun

Written by:
Chima Anyanwu

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