Burbank Freestyle

It’s kinda hard
To remain sober

Hard 2 settle
When the pain
Creep a lil closer

Now i’m stuck all in my ways
Sitting on the sofa
Puffing mad Doja

‘Member times
A nigga stayed mad
Never had a break
Now i’m sprinting
On the break fast
Stunting for a change

Self esteem
Was getting way sad
Treasure where I came

Seen the board
And we was down bad
I need to feel klay

Told my doggie
It’s just str8 craft
I work a certain way

Told that nigga
Aint’t no take back
Just stand on what you say

30 clip
But it’ll take half
To censor brodie face

I ain’t worried
Bout his lame ass
He never put in pain

On the mission
With the conrades
I’m Drazen wit a drake

See the loyalty
Is ironclad
I never questioned fate

Lately ive been feeling too important
Penny for my thoughts
I struggled with a token
Boy ain’t got no funds
But nigga steady boasting

Can’t handle your weed
Niggas steady dozing
Yea they sleeping on me
She been sleeping on me

Yea
They been sleeping on me
They been sleeping on me

Need to switch it up
But Weed only keep me sane

Tryna find a different way
Tryna pave a different lane

Started jottin all these thoughts racin in my brain
Tryna stop all of my moms suffering and pain

Lost a son BDon the only one that remain
Tryna patch it up but shit’ll never be the same

When I make it get the big F on the chain
Play wit Day n have a speed date wit a grave

All got on ACG’s stompin on this nigga face
Mind on the sidewalk now he a fuckin stain

Filter wit the raw paper bout to roll his name
Never gave a fuck lost it all then I gained

& Sapo on the rock this shit gettin kinda strange
Thought his co-d was his bro but told on the gang

Back to Frank yea taught me how to tie my lace
Picked up his 357. I was feelin brave

The shit was heavy almost dropped it tore a fuckin vein
The brodies say that I should rap well here’s the fuckin wav

Yea nigga free the wave
Murk the ref jus for callin fouls on the play

Niggas be good staying here I’m tryn get away
Love the X but a nigga need a mental break

From all the fake lil bitches and these dirty lames
Sheltered my bitch for two years she left me in the rain

Askin Brodie for some money like you need some change
Niggas be dirty dingy bummy how I wasn’t raised
How I wasn’t raised
Yea, we not the same