GIFTED (Freestyle) Lyrics

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My pocket rocket pops louder than a shotti

With my youngn', he don't even rap

But he stay with that Tommy

In the bridge

Gotta watch out for the pigs, cause they be grimy

You know Pak, Quan, and Checc, all the goons is right beside me

Castro in the cut with Lil' Bro in case we slidin'

Four deep with four poles, that's for sure we ridin'

I'm in deep with my gang

I show love when they don't got it

Quarter million in the shoebox and the package in the closet

Yeah, so original, I'm gifted

I'm poppin' like a zit bitch

I'm poppin' like yo fix bitch

I got fronted 20 pounds when I was still a kid kid

Playing with my money, you know karma is a bitch bitch

Wasn't in no trenches, but the hood know that I flip shit

Evan bout his business, I could turn a 3-6 quick

And I ain't on the block no more, but I still stay on 6th bitch

SFN the clique bitch, my flow be like a slit wrist

Posted in the field like a route with the misfits

I ain't got no competition, wait till y'all hear this shit

I don't like that diss shit, I might send someone to spin bin

I don't switch my flow up if it ain't broke, we won't fix it

Wait, wait, let me get this straight

So you was tryna hate, but now you beggin' for a plate

I was on the block, was tryna make this shit shake

But now I'm working round the clock, and if you broke I can't relate

I think I'm Tom Brady, I just made another play

I just made a large amount, and so I went and bought a safe

I was looking at some charges, Califella kept me straight

I been staying out to way because my people on my case

And I don't got no time to bullshit, I'm out here tryna stack

I had hella fines, and tell me why I paid them bitches back

Now I'm getting rich, so I give racks to my brother Max

You can ask him, he'll tell you we had 20 pounds a pack

When I was fourteen, it was Jake's house or Matt's

Then at fifteen, mom and dad's house was the trap

Then by sixteen, I started breaking bitches' backs

Then by seventeen, the pocket rocket was my strap

Now a youngn' in his twenty's getting money, let's be honest bro

I'm running shit

And on some hundred shit

nobody want it, you can get it if you want it, cause I still be on some dummy shit

And when it's go time, we coming round from both sides

Funny how you eating, they just want a piece of your pie

They ain't see the visions that I had, cause they had no guide

Never bite the hand that feeds you, cause you know that don't fly

I was with the cons, and it was hard to see the pro side

Lot of drug addicts where I'm from, off the dope high

Before the Bronco and the Beamer, boy I had no ride

Now water on my wrist, like my wrist just took a boat ride

Shit ain't been the same since my ma and my big bro died

Shit ain't been the same since I ain't sleeping on the floor now

I remember days when I prayed that we would make it out

Came a long way from being negative in my bank account

And I'm posted in the field, homie, something like a route

I was down, but now hundred racks my bank account

And I am not a rapper, I don't do this for the clout

I got lots of Mula, I could really spend a large amount

Yeah, got me feeling like the man

The only time that I ain't up is on the plane, I'm bout to land

I spent racks on feeding people, then they fucking bit my hand

I was trying to help you out, but you just didn't understand

Yeah, and we gon' end it just like that