Don’t Think They Know Freestyle lyrics
by JAG
[Verse 1]
When I see me, I see true
I see old, I see you
I don't see back, no I see new
I'm f*cked up bout to be in ICU
Now I don't see one, I see two
I see skies, I see blue
You see bullsh*t, I see to
I don't see a wall, baby I see through
Swear sh*t done got real, Chubby got ill
Got the whole hood saying Chubby got skill
Still on the grind holmes, Chubby got deals
But I really don't chill though, Chubby got bills
I ain't had no Jag, remember I ain't had no bag
Remember I ain't had no cash, saying rap won't last
Sounding like a dead beat pops, cause remember I ain't had no dad
Just me and my beat, ten toes me and my feet
Front porch, me and my peeps
Shout out West Adams holmes really that's all I know
Feel like it's just me and my street
Now I got a flat top, this a upgrade
High top, n*gga f*ck fades
I know I'm nice, n*gga f*ck braids
Play my cards, n*gga f*ck spades
Grind hard to be my own boss, cause in this game it's nothing but slaves
Fresh to death but never touch graves
I'm just being straight n*gga f*ck waves
Drama lurking, llama squirting
Wildin' out, cause my momma working
Still doing that goon sh*t, I gotta quit though
I know momma hurting, When you touch cash
It's like two tough, Ready
So I round my troops up
Ten blunts a n*gga too stuck, high like I could give two f*cks
So slow up, n*gga roll up
UUhh, tell that b*tch n*gga hold up
You gotta show love, b*tch n*gga so what
You n*ggas finna' see a po, n*gga pour up
Yup, Used to ball
Sold drugs, I kill beats in cold blood
Pipe on me, I'm shining holmes
I got ice on me, like a cold bud
Usually say what I want n*gga, don't give a f*ck
Cause I'm stoned holmes, Out of here
A n*gga long gone, I'm so through with it
I'm gone holmes
Chubby