Mover - GRM Daily Rated Freestyle lyrics

[Mover] Anyhow, jailhouse got my hood 20 down Its crazy on the wing mans getting cracked over seven pound And a cellphone But i'll never understand all of those youtes who getting birded for girls tho Its disgusting, cah even though she loves him he knows she gotta go if he dont buss this Now hes thinking bout the bird that hes holding all because he stabbed man spur of the moment All the dirt that i hold in, all the sleepless nights that had me turning and rolling Like can't you see the f**ing stress in my eyes Im one slip away from d**h but im still treading on ice Im still, running with the mask and the semi on Any flash you little dicked getting bellies on Cah thats the life that im used to, im mashing in this work cah i won't like for my youts to And i won't like for them to go what i been through Cah even in the church i feel to roll with the pistol Cah i ain't ever easy unless i walk with the toast And shhh still easy since he caught him like ghost (Real life, everybody hates muni) Anyway, you can judge me at heavens gates [?] away From getting hit with the 7 8, celebrate for all my n***as that dodged birds, ive popped nerves for the change but watch first The block hurts , free my n***as on long terms will pop bird The day that them locks turn, its mad tho The way the jailhouse turn to a mans home and man know [?] i turn to my black clothes Started from the bottom and i stayed here All the cases that i caught stood for nothing fam it ain't fair I started with this yat and she stayed there From the rumming round food to the merk where you dont change gears I started for a joke i feel to stop this Cah im a jacker ain't a motherf**ing rapper like Toxic Started with an ounce like ive got this Now its big crops in the yard and theyre smelling like Wotsits (Feel me, that real life rap, free up all my brothers, still praying you buss case) Anywho, ive gotta hit this belly im telling you Cah ill be doing run ups most them n***as were petting to It ain't nothing tho we booted off many doors and riding with the same mash Dagga got seven for Im on the seventh floor sipping on Henny raw cah ive just left the units like intelligence stupid Nicking man for shootings i had nothing to do with And free my n***a Trixs man i miss him like stupid Im in the c-cla**, i ain't playing Rick Ross dawg i play my own jams, sh** i still miss Potter my n***a was the flow [?] Feds wan hold man cah i know my camp got more fizz than a coke can Before [?] made staining light work but knife work got me and my n***as in [?] And i was out there on the battlefield, packing still two pound like a happy meal Toasters, either side like a floater you know me I'll get around to your home g, home fees