Not My Job Freestyle
[Verse 1]
People wish the worst, they wanna see me hurt
They want me to hate myself and not acknowledge my worth
Everyday for the last year, I've been just work
Treat her like a water gun, make that bitch squirt
These niggas wish the worst, Merry Christmas though
All you niggas plotting on me like some hoes
Wearing the same clothes, since I was nine
Yeah, I don't work a nine to five
Taking so many pills like I got nine lives
Eating hella cheese like I'm at Five Guys
If I told you I wrote for this song, then that would be a lie
I'm just telling you what's going on in my mind
Mama told me stop mumbling, I'm tryna make this money mom
I'm not tryna fumble shit
Niggas wanna see me hurt, they wanna see me do the worst
They wanna see me in court, they wanna see me get hurt
That's why I'm not risking my back for no man, and especially not no bitch, cause they always plan
You won't catch me in a car with Xans
You won't catch me talking to an FBI plant
Told my lil bro, "Go download Telegram"
You gotta be an idiot to go on Snapchat selling grams
My boy lost the fight, but not if I was there
We would've jumped that nigga, cause we don't play fair
My brother Dmitri been on steroids for a quarter of his life
Tryna tell him not to throw out his life
When shit gets so dark, it gets hard to see the light
That's why these niggas getting so high like some kites
Came from the dirt, that's why I got a dirty mic
No pop filter, cause that would dilate my rhymes
[Verse 2]
I think, someone's trying to kill me
Only person I trust is Jesus to heal me
Demon$wagga wants to do a song with me, stop being shy, I'm always doing verses for free
I'm in so many groups, I don't know which one to rep
I'm just making songs, tryna boost my own rep
Everyone wants to see you take the wrong step, so I take the elevator so I'm above them
When I say them, I mean all my haters
The people that hate you the most, will pretend that you're neighbors
Shoutout my neighbors, they're getting hella drunk
My friend drove eighty miles per hour, I was in the back of his truck
Yeah, sometimes I drunk drive
Pedal to the metal, go through those stop signs
Not scared of a DUI, yeah if I crash, then I'll die
Two minutes long, damn, how many more minutes do I have to rap for?
Always making songs yeah, always getting encores
I was a good shooter at basketball, but I couldn't defend so I always lost
Couple months ago I was doing heroin, I was lost
I'm still lost, shit
Told a bopper get on this dick, had a gun before I had a license
Have a gun and it is not licensed
Any FBI, please do not trip
I don't mean anything I say in this music
Wink wink
Knew a guy who went to the fed's for two days
He snitched on everybody, I hate him today
The feds gave him papers like did you say this?
Then they pulled up the pictures of evidence
I'd feel bad for him, but he snitched...