Troy Ave - Light Up Freestyle lyrics

I got a vision like Cyclops I look out at these little n***as sky box These n***as can't see we get 'em eye drops You lil n***as will never fit in my high tops I get money, check my stocks Never see time freeze, check my watch Any competition n***a I mop The floor with 'em the hippy say that I rock Like Diddy say what, I can't stop I won't stop no, my bros nah That's why I'm on the grind till my bones pop And my younglings getting sales like a phone shop sh**, we all sin on the Lord's watch I'm just trying to make a castle in this sand box Ask around no marathon I ran blocks I'm a wolf these little n***as is lamb chops Lord forgive me I'm a sinner When it come to that money I'm a sprinter I need that paper dog I'm like a printer Look me in my face you see the eyes of a winner Them cars that you rap about we be in them In the clubs too but I ain't even seein them sh**, I got friends I can't see again That's why every day I ball I don't need a rest I do it big I don't need a kim Eventhough I got a bus full of holes I got my seats in them And tell my bro homles free fat n***a First name "I'm" last name "that n***a" The love is fake, the hate is real I ain't worried about these n***as though my fate is sealed I'm in a whole different lane on the highway to the money These n***as in my rearview looking all funny Audi in that audi like a nascar rally The 4 ring king n***a just call me John Sally I'm in and out the fast lane swerving traffic These n***as ain't really I'll though Earvin Magic And I'm feelin like Jordan with the flu come through drop 40 And there's nothing you could do Respect for my n***as and they not your clowns You wacked out, we backed out like a hospital gawn BSB the team, n***a we the movie Tell these n***as catch up is forth colder than losing We on that u-haul sh** n***a we movin sh** get fell right here we all shoot Light up, dumb down the flow Dim down the lights let my j**erly glow I shine no pope, bad boy no hope Can't ever say they f** me and then want some more Better blues on my sack you lose you be dead Like if I were still selling NBU's in the track Battle head squeezing dead o I'm getting cheesey If the feds taking pictures then I might as well cheese in Cool it in the breeze on a beautiful cover girls She gave me good head now I'm ready to f** the world Married to the game so I'm the cheater who blocks But these n***as got my name involved in all this gossip Mob sh**, put a hit on you My repercussion be the reaper getting grimm on you Unidentified shoot a load grim on you Rearrange face b**h little kim on you No time for fake n***as Acting like they all gangstas I hate n***as I don't wanna be friends I ain't gotta do raps There's bricks in my backpack, motherf**ers