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So Gone Freestyle

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So Gone Freestyle Lyrics

[Verse]
All I do is hit the block
Chopping up slabs like this coke pissed me off
Fam this pack is my job
I'm a leader not a follower, lender not a borrower
Fucking with this brandy, something like my name was Monica
Get a pot, I ain't tryna put water in
Got this box and I'ma stretch it, something like I'm torturing it
I'm fucking up these curbs like the roads are frigid
Really up and down, fuck a drought, I ain't known for spitting
Just got this half a key of beige
Now I'm looking for these cats like the RSPCA
Stuck up in this trap, I be trapped up in this game
No pausing, no respawn so mind how you play
I was late with this challenge
Cause I was getting cake, getting cash in
Cause I ain't getting paid from this talent
Hotline blinging, big chain I've got mine swinging
Man bag that's got my ting in
Really let it go if you're fucking with my bro
I've been posted in the hood like I ain't even got a home
And my head's so gone, if it ain't Gen, Jamz or John
Besides that I don't trust no one
Setbacks, I had plenty but I came back
Only had change in my pockets until I changed that
Now my guap is thick
Cah I got my notes high just like Robin Thicke
Yeah I'd be lost without them just like Robin Thicke
So I might tell 'em "Yes" if they want a tick
I be staying on point like a diamond's tip
Even when I'm waved off like a pirate ship
My jewellery box, that's my treasure chest
I be used to guap that you won't ever get
I just moved a lot and I ain't buss a sweat
I wrote my bars for the trap, nigga fuck a sket
This phone is shit but makes a lot
Look I ain't known to quit, I raise the pot
So if you're talking shit vacate the block
Or you can get yourself ran like a racing dog
My nigga Shizz, he be bagging all the time
Got them baggies on the line like his bag is out to dry
Nitties turn a corner and they vanish all the time
I can't explain it much, just be the magic in the pie
I ain't got bum chums
I've just got big cats that be paying out lump sums
See this money can't fold like some pocket aces
Ten racks in my jeans cah my pockets spacious
G I trap hard, yeah that's nothing basic
I got that white bitch raw like I got her naked
I'm really out here for Pete's sake
Like fuck your Breitling watch, that's for cheapskates

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