Jean Deaux - T.M.S. Freestyle lyrics

[Produced by Tim Suby] Why they worried bout me Man u couldn't even speak I dont really understand Ion eva talk cheap Swear i dont make songs All i do is make heat Spread sheets fulla dolla signs A Shoebox full of turpentine Whats a west side shorty Doing numbers overseas for? And when they talking cheese what they staring at me for? For heaven sakes they sayin imma detonate like a C4 See sure, imma key for all these weak who*es But i made my own lane like a detour You got lessons to learn A mad b**h bark And get left on the curb That sh** for the birds They be dressin like thugs Be a b**h from the burbs Don't get mad when i ask All these b**hes to swerve Oooh i done did it Dey say i done did it Say she want war Tell da gurl come get it Camping at the top Man i swear i hear crickets All these rappers talking bricks They ain't even seen a chicken And they say I'm too vicious But the world so twisted Id rather be a k**er than a black politician I switch it, then i blade I be trading stocks while n***as was buying js Soular system on the way im sorry for the wait Other n***as drop a mixtape in 30 days I ain't even got it out but im grossing 30k Whoever you be Whoever is sleep Im living life on a high swear its better than dreams Why these hoes love to holla they better than me Let me make it real clear Im sitting on the hottest mixtape of the year And you can bet ya bottom dollar that Im k**ing careers