HF bEaTs - Freestyle (feat. Suburb Ego) Lyrics

See the life I'm livin', you know they hatin' now
Westy man, I just might and let them dogs out
They comin' at the kid, to see the separate flow
They comin' at me like I'm hatin' out the heads of goats

But bitch, I am a wolf, dressed in sheep's clothin
And I come out at night, cause bitch, you know I'm thievin
And she took my heart, ain't been the same since
They comin' at the kid, bitch, might have a conniption

But I ain't feelin' smart, I guess my time is off
I gotta knock him off, cause Westy man ain't goin', yeah
At the kid, yeah, you know they always comin' for him
I'd rather slit my f*ckin' wrist than wake up dead

See the f*ckin' kid and the sloth I live
I'm not average, I'm not like the rest
So I realize, when I'm rappin
I'd rather put that bitch Megan in my wood

Call her potent, bitch, I've been smokin
Hatin' on the kid, a chromatic, bitch, I make it
Freestylin', I don't need no pen and paper when I'm spittin
Kick back, homie, yeah, you know I'm trippin

Miss my brother Stacy, he died a couple years ago
It still bring tears to my eyes, though
Hatin' on the kid, but they don't know
Take the bitch in the back of a Cadillac

And slit her f*ckin' wrist
Westy man, I'm misty
And I might just go, cause I'm so crazy
Make these bitches so wet up on the pavement

And I'm so f*ckin' broke, I gotta do it f*ckin' lit
Comin' at the kid, but they don't understand
This life that I've been livin
I ain't got time for none of this bullshit

They comin' at the kid, I ain't got time to comprehend
Why the f*ck do I feel like this
I'm like, f*ck all them friends
I'm like, f*ck all them feelings, I never had them

Comin' at the kid, cause it is persuasion
And they hatin' on me, but they don't understand
South white flow, when I'm comin' at it
They sayin' that the kid crazy, and the kid come at it

But I come back armored gear
Kick your ass in the f*ckin' teeth
Shoot your ass in the tongue, when you talk to me
Bitch, I'm so crazy

Seem like Lime and Ida
And I'm like Westy man, like I'm Marietta
And you know it's physics
Bitch, I'm f*ckin' crazy

And they hatin' on me
They don't even know me
One, nine, seven, zero, zero, zero, Henny
Hatin' Westy man, but they don't even understand me

Bitch, when I'm on that beat, you know I'm on that Henny
In the back of a bourbon
And you know I'm swervin' with the bad bomb, bitch
And they hatin' Westy man, ain't got the time, man

And I know they lookin' up cause they acknowledge
And I really hate this life that I've been livin
Put it on my wrist, yeah