Bulletproof Words freestyle lyrics

Huh..
This'a the type of sh*t you play
On a Sunday
And you thinking
Damn
I should have some cookies right now
But you outche listening to me
So..
Lemme talk to you

They like.. What happened to you and @#%?
We had high hope and now it's hard to follow
One side, somebody benefits from all of this
While the other gets a stab in the back from all of this

And it's crazy, we wanted to all the best for yall
No Gucci bags or Cars but some land for yall
Politics from the government got you sad and all
You ever needed was assistance and maybe a little more

Like a suckerpunch, this n*gga went and took it all
Told my n*gga we are dealing with an as*h*le
And he's momma knows it, yes he's father knows it
Show me a n*gga who was born to make this world his profit

And sadly I ain't got a jealous bone
I been killing it on the rap scene on every single tone
Got 20 songs waiting for me but I don't do this all alone
I'm not a backstabbing bast*rds, I share the profits with my goons
#Subscribe to me, and f*ck the rumors
They call me Zeus but half of the time, I'm Buddha
Got the wisdom next to my neck like the medulla
I'm Still shifting real space like computers

CHECK,, I would rather die, come back in another life
Kill his whole family and end his f*cken bloodline
Make sure that if he comes back, he's turned into a poccupine
Give him a good defense but not against a ninenine