Текст песни Lil Snupe Freestyle, Pt. 3 - Lil Snupe

Treat 'em like a slidin' board the way we slide on 'em
Treat 'em like a Jordan jersey
Put 45 on 'em

Look
Look
I'm outchea' just hoping I can get it right
Remember going home at night
Ain't have on no lights
So I had to get it on my own
And show these niggas I got it and do it just like I'm grown
I can't goto my granny cuz she steady drunk
And show her how I get it like I'm Donald Trump
And plus my mama gone and she steady clubbin'
And plus I was in these streets, I was steady thuggin'
Trynna make a million dollars
Put on for my own team
Pussy niggas go they own lane, I do my own thang
Finally got a chance to do this shit, I live my own dream
Now I'm on the dream team, ball hard just like Kareem
Polo horse is on me nigga
One man that's all I trust
Try to play me and my niggas, sware to God yah ass get bust
Pussy niggas trynna play me, Nigga we'll fuckin' rush
End yah shit
Click Click Boom! Kill you and yah bitch
I don't give a fuck about no nigga and that's real shit
Cuz my daddy he really left my life, real quick
Had to fuckin' grind and I had to fuckin' shine
I was born in '95, they gave him 20 in '99
So what you thought I was left nigga? All by myself nigga
My mama had me at 16, so she really had no help nigga
So I grind my own self and I had to do my own shit
And show that I got my own bitch
Did this, said "Fuck school cuz that ain't workin"
I started rappin' cuz my pockets started hurtin'
And these niggas wearing skinnies, man they started jerkin'
My niggas was locked up, man they prolli murkin'
Free my nigga C4 man that's fucked up (Up!)
I made it out the hood, I guess I lucked up (Luck!)
Now these niggas wanna see me that didn't fuck with me
Now they say man you acting funny when they say "wassup?"
Nigga if I wasn't fuckin with you then
Don't fuck with me now
Cuz I wasn't low then and now I ain't goin' down
Pussy niggas try to bring me back to the bottom
But if you try top bring me back, then it's gon' be a problem
I got niggas in the FEDs, got niggas in the pen
Got niggas who smoke weed, got niggas who drink gin
But all of my niggas thuggin' even if they doin' 10
All but some of my niggas doin' 10
All committin' sins
See me, I'mma young nigga
But I'm a smart nigga
Number 1, top shelf, state of the art nigga
I'm trynna win a fuckin' Grammy award
And show these niggas how I do it, show 'em that I afford
Imma drive a Bentley type of nigga, you a Honda Accord
Better chill nigga, for I fuck around and show you it's reall nigga
I just do this shit for everything I own and everything I did (Unh!)
Show these niggas I'm my own

Tell 'em I'm my own, Omelly blowin' strong
I don't smoke weed but I be gettin' in my zone
I remember nights in the room all alone
Feelin' like Home Alone, Macaulay
I remember hoes tried to play me, they ain't call me
But, I got on my shit started ballin' like Chris Pauly
Had a handle
A nigga play around, I melt that nigga like a candle
This .40 leave his chest open like he wearin' sandles
Sittin in the Bach, thinkin' bout my life
Thinkin' bout my youngbul, thinkin bout my ice
Niggas wanna take it, take it you wouldn't make it
Got the game in a headlock like I'm Jamaican
These niggas talkin' bullshit, these niggas really fakin'
I muthafuckin' changed the game 'round I'm tradin' places
*Beat stops*
The beat had to stop cuz the cord came out
But I'mma pop it back in, I got the same mouth
Im on the old block, 'member the bird same house
Where served on Berks, where we moved that cain out
Let me get the beat back so I can catch it again (Unh!)
*(Lil' Snupe): That beat just right*
*(Meek Mill): Yea that beat the shit*

I got 5 on that shit
I remember I used to fuckin' ride on that shit
I remember I had $5 to my name
Was smokin' on some reggie, wasn't sellin' cain
It was me Rell Geez, *ad lib*
I was in the basement spittin' like I'm Lil' Wayne
I was dead broke, but now I got a lil' change
And I don't never be trippin out over a lil flame
I remember hoes, they ain't notice me
They tried to play me out
Same bitches trynna call me up and take me out
I take them bitches to the telly and we makin' out
Youngbul, I get the money, I do the player route
Never pay these hoes (Nope!), nigga pay yah taxes (Un Hunh!)
I be out here ridin' round, with the *ad lib*
A nigga want beef? Tell that nigga meet me at Max's
Or better yet Ishkabibble's, Nigga I Unh!
Where you at O? We really in this bitch
I feel like a killa up in the dealership
Blacked out, windows tinted shit
You run up on me, you gon' feel this shit
Glock 30s, FNs hold 32
Hit yah homie up and do you dirty too (Hey! Hey! Hey!)
My niggas do the biz like we posed to do
And Omelly gon' gun you, he get close to you (Yea!)
I said, shit gettin realer
Slidin' thru the block, all-white 4-wheeler
Swinging on the handle bars, like I'm a gorrilla
Youngbul gettin' to the money, I'm a killa
North side, But I be on the south
A nigga talk greasy then I run up on his mouth
Got a mil' in the bank, hunnit in the couch
A nigga playin' 'round then we runnin' in his house
I seen a lotta' niggas fold for the time
My nigga B-R stand up, did a dime
For a ounce of crack, now we got 'eem back
We gon' show 'em how we do it, how *ad lib*
We gon' drop them stacks, we gon' pop them wheels
Man, matter fact check, I don't know how to feel
Everyday, Everyday all kinds of bills