Lyrics Impatient Freestyle - Lil' Pete

Shout out to the gang ho
R.i.p. to my niggas
Shout out to my niggas that be drillin' shit
Free my niggas in the field that was us
R.i.p. to my niggas I can't see no more
Gang with this generation now it can't be no more gang
Long nights we was trappin them projects
Took a minute but we made it out the projects

My hood love me so my niggas I can't let 'em down
I'm that nigga that you heard it from word to mouth
Real nigga I'll show you what you doing wrong
Victoria secret I put you in a Louis thong
Yeah, baby that's that boss up
All these bitches ran through they be tossed up
Why these bitches in they feelings like they lightskin
But she just left ten bands on my nightstand
No friends, just a Glock that's my right hand
Sneak dissin' 'til we hop up out that white van
Yeah, bitch you can't play me

Struggle hard in these streets really made me
Don't get picked off my brother playing safety
We gon' keep it low-key like I'm Haiti
Niggas ain't know me I ain't even make it
For pretend so you know I'm 'bout to take it
And could you tell me why these hoes so basic
Money made lil bitch I'm money making
Never feed into these lies and these bitches

Cameras on so I know the Feds listenin'
Never feed into these lies and these bitches
Cameras on so I know the Feds listenin'

Céline bag, I'll put you in them Christians
Hundred dollar steaks, bitch, we Ruth Chris-in'
So much blue bills think a nigga crippin'
Momma worried she just worried how I'm livin'
To keep it real with you baby I can't tell the truth
If it's dreams to be sold I can sell it too
I wanna get rich now tell me what you wanna do
Take you out that Honda girl and put you in a coupe
Yeah I heard you wanna win and never lose
Fuckin' with them lame niggas that's the outcome
I'm only rollin' with some niggas trynna down some
Couple winners won them cases till they found some
You ain't riding for yourself that's a head shot
How y'all niggas say y'all shootin' bustin' leg shots
Never personal it's never nun like that
Blue strips out your bitch and give it right back
Suckah niggas down the street, heard they hate me
I think they mad cause they brodi got .
Speaking on me to these bitches I ain't even mad
Instead of feelings I'm just gettin' to that fuckin bag
Lurkin' on me babygirl might get your feelings hurt
I can't even lie to you I be feelin' hurt
Yeah, I be feelin' hurt
I can't even lie to you I be feelin' hurt

Man, tell brodie pour up that dark shit
Threes and twenties, all that shit
Free the home team, RIP to the gang, you feel me?
All that shit
Ayy, bosses don't brag, gangsters don't advertise
You feel me?
Pay me in bands
Ask your bitch, she'll tell you
All you niggas get out your feelings too, all that internet thuggin'
We gon' pop out
Killing's got to be accepted
Murder was the only way that everyone stayed in line