Street sh*t (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse]
I'm really a boss, but I can't take a loss
I gotta estimate the price, I don't know what it cost
Soon as I get it in, I can get 'em off
But why speak about the trap, if I can get a loft
n*ggas swearin' like they hard, I can get 'em soft
Whips bought, lawyer bought, Glizzy tossed, what I'm taught
Fightin' cases, pistol on my side, I can't even talk
Got this thirty in my thirties, I can't even walk
Amiris tight, made a hunnit in a night, you right
Value life, you don't lose this sh*t the night you fight
I be muggin' in the club, I ain't the like you type
You get stretched, you play the net cause wе don't like and type
f*ck n*ggas, we don't know thosе
Run 'em down, hop out fo' doors
Feds watchin', takin' photos
Move sloppy, that's my bro though
Ain't the brightest, he gon' go though
FN the lightest, get excited, when we sight 'em
Glock kitted, got a sight, we catch 'em, light 'em
Lost lil bro, ain't been myself, grab that .40 off the shelf
Ain't have therapy, need help, been off liquor for my health
Play the cards that I been dealt, b*tch you can't right we leftin'
Six shots on me for four-seven, we can't stretch 'em, get eleven
Fightin' cases, I'm like "f*ck 12", I'll go to Hell
Turn witness, I'm like "f*ck 12", I'll go to jail
They can't pick me up, so I'm like "f*ck it", I'll go with Rell
Max ain't get a lo' we movin' slow, so I'll go and snail
Ain't no evidence, like "What the Hell?", give 'em shells
Lil' bro fifteen so he ain't trippin', he gon' get a bail
Havin' too much paper, I'm like "f*ck it", I'ma pay 'em all
Lost my bro this year, so I'm like "f*ck it", we gon' slay 'em all
Think I pay for hits, I ain't spent nothin', that's my way to ball
Way too many killers I been hustlin', can't okay 'em all
Ran through like 400k this year, like 800k a year
Spent 200k in tears, really f*ckin' up my real peers
Spent a mil' here, spent a mil' there, need a wheelchair
I be playin' broke, 200k in dope, 300k in coke
Get in the way, it's smoke
Got n*ggas claimin' Blood, got n*ggas claimin' Loc
Got Moes, they must cuz, got n*ggas claimin' Folk
Sayin' 2021, the GDs in the door
But really in my hood, the GDs been some hoes
Cause I'm from over East, got love for some foes
Might get a ho beat, got love for some hoes
Still love for my street, got love for some hoes
Some hoes love the street code, you can get exposed
I still live by the G-code, might see a n*gga blow
But God f*ck wit' a n*gga head, cause I'll leave a n*gga dead
Young n*gga got some knowledge, you might think a n*gga scared
When you lookin' in my eyes, you might think I'm seein' red
Goin' brazy, n*gga crazy, you might think I'm takin' meds
7.62s everywhere I go, might think I'm takin' lead
Like a opp, really drunk, make 'em take it to the head
Like I'm lyrical, I'm spiritual, might take it to the dead, uh
I'll show you