HiLLWiLL6113 - Freestyle 024 Lyrics

From the North like John Snow it is what it is
Shout out my nephew Jett Jones stamped him in this bitch
Hid ya hand but threw the stone boy you weak as shit
Another mother lost her son deepest apology
But he was way too big to fight them killa cropped his tee
Plz believe in God
Before you believe in me
My lil nigga a hustla I named him Gucci P
I'm black as shit
Im African
Like a Sudanese
I'd rather die on my feet
Than to live on my knees
Beggers is choosers now
A baby dyke a shoot you now
My whole outfit cost the same price as root canal
But got no health care
My cousin on that wealth fare
I had way more hustle than the average lil kid
You asked ya mom for quarters
I was like a bill supporter
Ran up my tab at the mafcukin ice cream truck
I bought Now-A-Laters for him, him, them and her
I bought some shoes
Before I paid my bills this month
Knowing it could get ugly
Shit could get real this month
Hoping none of close homies get killed this month
Separate the fake
Give off a real spark
When the smoke clear after them cars peel off
My yungins beefin' up the stacks
With some ones in between
Hope they win more rounds
Than them the bullets in they jeans
My yungins beefin' up they stacks
With some ones in between
Hope they win more rounds
Than them the bullets in they jeans
Flame on