B.Young - On and on (freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1] On in a couple years Gone off a couple fears We in the game like Tron off a couple snares We running spheres round a couple squares, now n***as wanna stare I feel bad, my dad know I don't sleep right I wanna tell my momma soon we gon be right Can't get a mic know the money be tight But you know I'm never stopping even when they're ain't a green light Talk about the haters I don't got yet Rapping everyday that's just the process Rapping bout the feelings repressed Lowkey got me feeling grievous General, we in Suva sipping minerals Switching cypher heads at different intervals Really it ain't literal But I can dream Got hooked, Kareem To the rap sh** Feel the ground up on my feet [Verse 2] Yazi gang forever, put that on my brother I'm gon make it someway, put that on my mother Best in my city and I didn't stutter I just dropped a tape and now I want another Grab a rubber cause I'm bout to f** up the game You know the flow insane My n***as die in vain While i just spit c**aine I lost the key again It hit a David Blaine I'm magic on the beat tho Gotta keep the flame I just do my thing Yeah I can keep my ring These wanna be n***as, yeah you know they been slain I never had to train Most my city's lame I'm bringing back the heat I might just kick propane I might just make the lane The game, it's my domain It's hard to explain We done came a long way since December Taking baby steps, I'm walking like I'm Kemba Took me a minute to remember my legacy Wondering what's left for me Do it till the d**h of me Spitting's a necessity Cooking with the recipe Jesus ghostwriter I think my flow is heavenly Never get the best of me My rapping ancestry Gotta f**ing pedigree Mating like it's pregnancy sh** I'm really feeling the vibe I'm feeling myself It's off of the dome I'm feeling the wealth Of being unknown But but knowing yourself I'm being humble But bragging as well Cause bragging it sells They're backing the sales It's down to the cells So you know I go on I gotta excel Make it or else It's farewell Till I fare well Amen Praying that I won't fail Y'all n***as blind, praying that y'all won't braille Y'all n***as still ship, praying that you won't sail Y'all n***as b**hes, praying y'all won't tail Y'all n***as dumb, praying you won't Yale Competetion though, so I hope you don't bail It's been a dark night, praying that you don't bale It's all fun and games Till a n***a come and try to rain on parades Like "You're f**ing trash and this isn't off top" I don't give a f**, I just hope I make it to sway To elaborate I'm only 15 2001 and not the 90s So why I rap this way is beyond me I just hope I make it to the age of 18 Before a cop k** me blat blat n***a