32 Bars Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Where we at with it?
Blockworks
Detroit Live
32 bars
Let's get it

[Verse]
All these n*ggas square-dancing and they b*tches just some lamertons
It ain't really sh*t to catch you dangling
Turn that choke chain to a noose, got him strangling
Last time was blue, but we heard they popped your chain again
Turned that shooter to a coupe, now I'm in that 'cedes-Benz
Off the scooter and a few, vibing with your lady-friend
Shot my bloopers out to Gary home of Gangster Gibbs
Fiend came short on eighty beans, had to break his ribs
To late to turn back now, a n*gga can't rеnege
Your b*tch ain't evеn bad enough for me to take a lift
Remember facing murder one, they couldn't trace the strig
Feeling like a n*gga jig was up but Dutchie ate the bid
I heard him tell his life story, I been raising kids
Reason they don't feel Boldy's cause they can't relate to his
I pulled up with a five-forty to your favorite spig
Two-fifty-two on my scaley, we be shakin' pigs
Quiet night, ancient riz, I ride with dracs and cigs
I ain't forget about that sh*t, some beef you can't forgive
Been fighting demons in my sleep so I been taking meds
Can't find no purple for the cheap so I been drinking red
On my cold plate cutting corners with the razors edge
I put my foot in all the work they tryna take the cred'
I crack that white over the eyelid like I'm breaking eggs
They'll never catch me in the spot or 'round no fake celebs
Them n*ggas ain't breaking bread must be faking dead
Loco say that he want all the Percs I bought an eighth of reg'
Sold a half a mil' of yankee caught a play with Quebs
Hood hella scurvy so the 'burbs where I lay my head
Keep a wood and a thirty for the special ed'
Double bunk casket we'll help a n*gga make his bed
Third page, daily news, what the paper read?
sh*t that could happen to n*ggas who cooperate with FEDs