FREESTYLE 2.0 lyrics

[Verse]
Yeah
Put my city on my back I don't need no applause
I get out here and hustle like I’m ’bout to lose it all
If you ever made it out the hood, you a boss
Went from wishing it was mine now everything gettin’ bought
Cut from a different cloth, yeah, I’m higher than a standard
Before the Rolling Loud’s I was rappin’ to a camera
Crazy when I caught on who I could and got answer
Had to change my number just to get away from beggars
Crazy, shinin’ in the mail, dominate the game
And ain’t nobody f*cked me just so I could get some fame
I’m self-made, I wouldn’t havе it any other way
These Cartiеr frames got me dodging all the shade
What you know about no sleep, five shows in one weekend?
Got no money chasing clout, stay the f*ck away from me
Who really having motion?
Life lit, racing jet skis in the ocean
This a whole two years of rent on my choker
f*ck being humble, I’m that b*tch and I know it, yeah
It look like my hand bleedin’, it’s a red key
New Trackhawk they catch hell before they catch me
Know we have to spend some money on it if we texting
I can’t ever kick it with these n*ggas, I ain’t messy
Treat the rap game like her neck, put my feet on it
Balenciaga thugging, n*gga, b*tch, I spent a light three on it
f*cking up my drip I keep spilling Don P on it
You a di*k sucker that’s why you will never nothin’
In LA every motherf*cking month, I should move here
Ain’t no competition, you can’t compete, hoe, you gon’ lose here
b*tches tryna scissor but I told ‘em they can’t snooze here
Pull them scissors out the first time a b*tch move first
b*tches think they goated and it kill me like I’m Melanie
Flexing with another n*gga bread should be a felony
My pendant came to dance and that’s why I call it Ebony
Goin’ up, f*ck the industry and what they tellin’ me
I made a lot of money but it ain’t enough
A b*tch saying she don’t like me, ask her if I give a f*ck
A n*gga threw some money in my section in the club
I turned around and rained back on him, it’s a flood
Ha, yeah, like, dawg, fight back
We make this sh*t too easy they don’t like that
I write checks like I write raps
And you should probably turn them fake b*tches on if you don’t like facts
For real