Foolish Freestyle

See, my days are cold without you But I'm hurting while I'm with you And though my heart can't take no more I keep on running back to you See, my days are cold without you (Neo, who is this?) But I'm hurting while I'm with you And though my heart can't take no more I keep on running back to you aye I don't ever need a bitch cuz I'm with a bitch Need one thing, I know fasho I'mma always get the heat When you getting cake, niggas always want a piece Heard my own nigga wanna do me in, it get deep That's why I keep my heat in case niggas trynna creep Treat my strap like a bitch, I hug it when I go to sleep This life come with a price and niggas looking cheap Bro protect me from who I love, I could handle all the beef If I made it out the hood lil nigga, then you can Just be patient, wait your turn, don't fall victim to the gram Everybody acting rich and every' wan' say they the man Everybody claim they shooters or they ballers with them bands And these bitches too can barely pay they phone plan But they always taking trips to Miami, getting tan Rather have a girl who's down when shit hit the fan Our generation fucked up, some' I don't understand But I'mma live my life, spend a little while I'm saving it Ain't nobody ever have success without some hate in it Glizzy like my roommate nigga cuz I stay with it Riding with that chopper like my name was Harley Davidson All my niggas playing with them sticks like a campsite I was tired of being broke, I had to get my bands right Fuck the police and the judge that gave my man's life Seen so much shit, yuhurr I didn't understand life Now I'm trynna build the money team like I'm Floyd This motherfucker chopper get to singing like it's Lloyd Traumatized in the streets, it led me paranoid I ain't ducking from no beef, only police who I avoid They want a response off the 'net, I get annoyed Niggas ain't really no threat, I could bang that on the Boyz Riding in this Benz but I'm plotting on a Royce Shining for my dead homies who really ain't got no voice Pay bands for these Cartis, I got that shit on Yellow 24K, they getting pissed on These niggas know where to be found, still making diss songs Prolly mad cuz their lil nigga got dead wronged I could tell these niggas pussy, they feel some type of way Niggas ain't outside they in the house, that's they type of way Playing hide and seek, want some seeking we come right away I send a hit, take a trip with my bitch that's my type of day Cruising down your avenue, couple asian tired of foods No we ain't from Compton but my niggas got a attitude Start it while I grab a 2, others score we clap at you Niggas doing all that for the gram, to laugh at you Young fly crip, bitch I'm on a different latitude Nigga came so far but I'm still humble and show gratitude Used to ditch class, but I still hit the bitches after school Now she in my DMs saying, "You changed" and "I'm mad at you" And trying to look cool, I did what I had to do This jungle that we come from, it turned me to an animal You don't know that feeling, fighting demons when they after you You don't know that feeling when they creep and try to clap at you But if they ever catch me slipping then it's meant to be And niggas who say they love me better go step for me And fuck my enemies, I push that to the death of me Ain't trynna be a memory, I'm trynna build a legacy