Lyrics Freestyle - kyle the hooligan

I used to dream about that all black Maybach
When I was a jitt, on the corner with the wavecap
Tryin' to escape this violence
We dyin' with our hands up
Misusing their power
Man I'm so fed up

Cause only Lord knows I could be next
Made it from the O, I was posted in them projects
Now I'm worried about my album, I am a prospect
Now I need to sit back, reflect, man I'm so blessed

Stop arguin' with these bitches, that is so vex
I got my heart broke, it taught me love less
Posted in the basement, I'm with Pyrex
All my niggas on the way to the Forbes List

Baby know I'm chosen
She want me to show love is frozen
See it on my face, I'm so broken
We do it over and over again

I was on that gang gang shit
Way before the fame, way before I had a stick
I was on that gang gang shit
Had to grow up fast, man I had to get a grip

Cause I knew it was more to life
Gotta' ride round with the Fye
It only come with jail or the price
It only come with jail, suicide

Even when I was broke I ain't never had my hand out
Now she actin' different when a nigger got their bands out
I don't smoke weed but these racks is so loud now
Let shorty tell it, she's my biggest fan now

Do you love me or the bust down?
Do you love me cause I'm up now?
Did you love me when I was stuck, wow?

Roaches turned to double R's
Fast cars
Expensive broads
We was on the block, never heard of ya'll
Saying ya'll was spinnin' but wasn't involved

I just pray to the sky that them angels 'gon ride
I just pray to the sky that them angels 'gon ride

Now I got to stay on my P's and Q's
Ridin' around nigga with a fuckin' tool
I can't lose my life nigga, lose my cool
If I get caught lackin' they 'gon bust the move

But these niggas could never catch me slippin' though
Five percent's, yeah on my window (Can't see)
Pray a nigga run up, I go beast mode
He 'gon drop dead on arrival

I went through traumatic shit when I'm in this life
I went through traumatic shit when I was a child
Way before eighteen, boy I had to bust that Fye
Way before eighteen, man I could have lost my life

But these angels protect this, slidin' with my weapon
Nigga who 'gon check me, huh?
I know they resent me
I ain't go to college but I'm skrrrt in a Bentley

Let him meet his maker
I'll catch a body then go straight to Jamaica
It's kinda' ironic cause my parents from Trinidad
Savage of the savage, love me now because I'm chasing bags

Cause these niggas flexin' money and these bands in they pocket
Remember I was broke I ain't have it in my wallet
Catch me in the club, on my dick yes she Joc'n
Man I feel like Future, man I really got that power

I need my respect, 2016, I was talkin' about that big Patek, Philippe
I really something like a vet, all these little rappers, man, I swear to God they under me
I swear to God

I know how it is to be down
When you ain't got no way out
And all they care about is clout