Behind Bars Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
You are watching a master at work
Uh

[Verse 1]
You know how the bullsh*t chit-chat goes
I don't hang around with none of you hoe​s
Get my money and I get low
O's and the X's, tic-tac-toe
Been with Johnny through highs and lows
Workin' on wordplay, workin' on flows
Gettin' my grind on settin' my goals
We gonna hit platinum after the gold
Chest full of diamonds, heart so cold
I don't need new friends, I don't need foes (Nah)
I don't do clown sh*t, I'm bred cold
Color my hair but I never told
Mans ain't real and that sh*t shows
Said more names than he had shows
I don't do clickbait, I don't repost
That's 'cause I know don't feed the trolls
I want the cover of Vibe and Vogue
Say I got issues, this I know
I been official, stripes on clothes
b*tches washed and I can't fold
She got my ex, he was suckin' my toes
I packed his lunchbox, he gotta go
There's a lot of sh*t I could expose
Who gettin' high? Who down low?
If you got hearing problems, that's no
I cut him off or I'll cut his throat
Say you confused but act like you know
You wanted the views don't act like you slow
Tell the awards I want the front row (Yeah)
This that new Dream, nightmare flow
Who really streamin', who spendin' dough?
Who's givin' head, still tryna blow? (Mwah)
These n*ggas can't touch me (Nah)
I gave 'em a season, don't give me a reason, you b*tches lucky (Get back, get back)
They don't wanna f*ck with me 'cause they know that they bae wanna f*ck me
The prettiest b*tch in the booth but the truth is that sh*t could get ugly (Mhm)
Dream
[Verse 2]
Uh
You know how the bullsh*t chit-chat goes
All that glitters, that sh*t not gold
n*ggas get wild tryna get that dough
Jewelry get snatched up, sh*t get sold
Don't link me when I let this go
Lose my address, lose my phone
You be on a podcast, talk so bold
I be in the studio, talk like blow
Y'all better learn with the last one, though
Dream not a plaything, Dream not a joke
Sleep on Dream, well you better stay woke
Dream on fire, want all the smoke
Minding my business, I stay low
n*ggas wanna cuff when sh*t get cold
Album on deck and I bet sh*t blow (Yeah)
Space on my wall where the plaques gon' go (Woah)
Space in the phone where the apps gon' go
Place on tour where the map gon' go
Brand new bank where the stacks gon' go
Fed time slime where the rats gon' go (Woah)
n*ggas be tellin' (n*ggas be tellin')
I don't do predators, few of my peoples is predicate felons
Except for Davis, I see the statements, n*ggas be yellin'
They talk and it's pus*y come out of they mouth, these n*ggas is Ellen
Dream