Been in the studio the whole summer
Damn, I done missed the whole season
I had 3 baby momma's still ain't got one
Kid for some reasons
Damn, my life be getting crazy
Trying to put me in a dead end
But I never thought to give up
Man, I rather be a dead man
Get rich or die trying
Like 50 Cent
And its looking 50- 50
Wonder if there's a studio in heaven
So I can make some songs with Biggie
Hold up now, young nigga wait a minute
I'm straight from Mississippi,
Folks think of cotton picking where I'm from
Yes the G's and the pimps still pimping
You can already hear, from the sound a little different
Stayed up in the trap, done seen a few chickens
But I don't trap, I just make beats and engineering
I done found my style, so my feature, you should fear it
If I meet your girl, my music probably she'll be hearing
Lost everything from my crib to my wardrobe
Could get a 9-5 sacrifice for the bankroll
Yeah, and you wonder how I'm living,
You should know, my finger's itching
Could be ghostwriting like quick
For your favorite rapper
Maybe then you sit and listen
Yeah, maybe then you sit and listen
Yeah, yeah, , uh, yeah
New Day, New star on the boulevard
Use to trap on the avenue, what they call it? Quad
Niggas ain't real no more, now considered fraud
I ain't believe in nobody, I believe in God
Flow so tight, give me massage
Yeah Menage
Niggas thought they seeing me, naw that Mirage
Something in me told me go harder
Make my next move smarter
Call my plug for an order
All the way up in Georgia
Need this just to performance
Make this hustle enormous
I ain't did nothing yet, so the struggle, record it
If I was fortune
She woulda stopped the f*cking abortion
Whats life, what's next, what's really important
Yeah, f*ck 12, the whole ruler
I just might be player and the shooter
Your girl? She came over in an uber
Damn! The Dome better than Super
Still with the same team ever since they knew us
Still stack that loot up
Still strap that boots up yeah
I'm feeling this shit
Yeah, I been in this bitch
And at the end of this shit I be a legend
Teezy Whoa - Freestyle Lyrics
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Been in the studio the whole summer
Damn, I done missed the whole season
I had 3 baby momma's still ain't got one
Kid for some reasons
Damn, my life be getting crazy
Trying to put me in a dead end
But I never thought to give up
Man, I rather be a dead man
Get rich or die trying
Like 50 Cent
And its looking 50- 50
Wonder if there's a studio in heaven
So I can make some songs with Biggie
Hold up now, young nigga wait a minute
I'm straight from Mississippi,
Folks think of cotton picking where I'm from
Yes the G's and the pimps still pimping
You can already hear, from the sound a little different
Stayed up in the trap, done seen a few chickens
But I don't trap, I just make beats and engineering
I done found my style, so my feature, you should fear it
If I meet your girl, my music probably she'll be hearing
Lost everything from my crib to my wardrobe
Could get a 9-5 sacrifice for the bankroll
Yeah, and you wonder how I'm living,
You should know, my finger's itching
Could be ghostwriting like quick
For your favorite rapper
Maybe then you sit and listen
Yeah, maybe then you sit and listen
Yeah, yeah, , uh, yeah
New Day, New star on the boulevard
Use to trap on the avenue, what they call it? Quad
Niggas ain't real no more, now considered fraud
I ain't believe in nobody, I believe in God
Flow so tight, give me massage
Yeah Menage
Niggas thought they seeing me, naw that Mirage
Something in me told me go harder
Make my next move smarter
Call my plug for an order
All the way up in Georgia
Need this just to performance
Make this hustle enormous
I ain't did nothing yet, so the struggle, record it
If I was fortune
She woulda stopped the f*cking abortion
Whats life, what's next, what's really important
Yeah, f*ck 12, the whole ruler
I just might be player and the shooter
Your girl? She came over in an uber
Damn! The Dome better than Super
Still with the same team ever since they knew us
Still stack that loot up
Still strap that boots up yeah
I'm feeling this shit
Yeah, I been in this bitch
And at the end of this shit I be a legend
Damn, I done missed the whole season
I had 3 baby momma's still ain't got one
Kid for some reasons
Damn, my life be getting crazy
Trying to put me in a dead end
But I never thought to give up
Man, I rather be a dead man
Get rich or die trying
Like 50 Cent
And its looking 50- 50
Wonder if there's a studio in heaven
So I can make some songs with Biggie
Hold up now, young nigga wait a minute
I'm straight from Mississippi,
Folks think of cotton picking where I'm from
Yes the G's and the pimps still pimping
You can already hear, from the sound a little different
Stayed up in the trap, done seen a few chickens
But I don't trap, I just make beats and engineering
I done found my style, so my feature, you should fear it
If I meet your girl, my music probably she'll be hearing
Lost everything from my crib to my wardrobe
Could get a 9-5 sacrifice for the bankroll
Yeah, and you wonder how I'm living,
You should know, my finger's itching
Could be ghostwriting like quick
For your favorite rapper
Maybe then you sit and listen
Yeah, maybe then you sit and listen
Yeah, yeah, , uh, yeah
New Day, New star on the boulevard
Use to trap on the avenue, what they call it? Quad
Niggas ain't real no more, now considered fraud
I ain't believe in nobody, I believe in God
Flow so tight, give me massage
Yeah Menage
Niggas thought they seeing me, naw that Mirage
Something in me told me go harder
Make my next move smarter
Call my plug for an order
All the way up in Georgia
Need this just to performance
Make this hustle enormous
I ain't did nothing yet, so the struggle, record it
If I was fortune
She woulda stopped the f*cking abortion
Whats life, what's next, what's really important
Yeah, f*ck 12, the whole ruler
I just might be player and the shooter
Your girl? She came over in an uber
Damn! The Dome better than Super
Still with the same team ever since they knew us
Still stack that loot up
Still strap that boots up yeah
I'm feeling this shit
Yeah, I been in this bitch
And at the end of this shit I be a legend
Writer: Mark Thomas
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