Trap Squad - Slit Wrist Freestyle lyrics

(Chowder) It's Chowder! Same time swervin' with these words Elevated thoughts got me Backslidin' . Hate crime but I'd f** a n***a up , Flow game got y'all Capsizin' . Round of applause for the gods , broads are the f**in' reason y'all caps risin' . Third Iris in my hand , understand I'm under pressure so cat's whilin' . Act childish , it's your sh** , I'm f**ing Karma with a middle-finger seems like getting bigger is some slow sh** . I'll get around like i'm an Orbit . My cold wrist is a dead-man hand , god damn band never understands snapin' on me is no lesson hommie , it's just messing on me here is more sh** . And more b**h , Im Sordid , Catch a body tryna fold it . I'm Norbit , I can act a b**h but I'm a savage baby daddy told me . I don't take no opinions , I take control and some good advice . I act nice , my faith good but in bad times . Some good weed and a Pat on the back and i'm burping lyrics .. its so exquisit but i swear on my mind and my soul I'd squeeze it . If its negativity that you all buildin' .. The building crumbling before your feet .. man Yall are foetuses acknowledge kicks . My knowledge steep and my stomach deep .., hunger never filled less your stakes are weak... man I'm sick .. Man I'll seek destiny until I find it then I'll quit .. yall aint quick .. Send the beat and I'll f**in' daze it sh** it pro'lly sink .. sink sink ,, in my sorrow deep . Let tomorrow weep . For today and sh** .. Yall be daily critisizin' any youngin risin' but you want a legacy being carried on , man y'all confused . (Jynx III) Man , man they all confused . Yo Chowder , give me the credit so I can give it back to the hood . Yo Pro Ca**ette , bring it back Still got a pa**ion , man I'm demonstration of being vivid around here . Uh We was down now we risin' all the pressure on you n***as got you budgin' . Now we levitating , talking business , we the biggest out here we aint f**in' . I feel like getting money with the n***as I roll with jump out of the struggle . Same n***as I was with , I aint changing now we on bigger things , pull up swerving , say Word if you with me all my b**hes all of them make 'em scream . Errythin is legit , I f** with god I'm a savage . Competition dead buried , Trap Squad , Spazzin' . I'm a young living god still on the come-up b**h i'm really poppin' . Hard times , still standing man I'm glad I made it through the process . My new resolutions helped me trough the sh** , when my haters started to doubt me . They didn't believe me when I told 'em I am the King my sh** vivid no blur sh** . Yeah I don't f** with you . Watch me levitate and laugh at you . I k** it back to back and switching all these lanes got the city on my hands n***a . They all scared that I'm ahead n***a . I'm the one they all scared n***a . Kid rockin' , hoes crushin , I swear these hoes all be falling for me . (Mad-Dee) Yo Slug , your verse was dope bro . But Imma go . I go by the name of Mad-Dee . Trap Squad! Look My name is Mad-Dee I'm balling with Breezy . f** all your hommies I know that you feel me . All o' my n***as they running the hood n***a day after day we be sipping the booze . Trap Squad , that's my clique ungandbuzi . We k**ing shows n***a we run your hood . I got uChowder that n***a is swervin' he's balling so harder these b**hes they feel him . Never ever tryna f** with the young n***a , we getting money it's all about cash . I love my n***as , they balling so harder , its all about winning we keepin' it to fresh . Pour up the lean till i'm feeling so dizzy . I got the n***as who're rulling the city . Talk about me while i'm puffing my cheesey . I got the paper n I'm winning . This sh** is easy .