Lord Knows (Freestyle)

[Verse] Sick and tired of being sick and tired Muthafuck them other niggas be the state of mind Got them haters on the job like it’s a 9 to 5 Getting money, mind ya business and stay out of mine 50 thousands for this rolly homie I die tonight just bring my jewelry to the ceremony Lord knows I be shittin’ on ‘em Hottest nigga since that weather out in Arizona Sleeping on me hope you choke and fall into a coma Smell the frangrance know the money be the new aroma I’m just spazzing out, denims carry large amounts Got them bitches throwin’ pussy what the asses out True story, new glory Money stacking taller than a two story Real niggas countin money, never gets boring Last year I made a million of the state touring Fuck boys, know what you talking bout I run my own team, ain't no room for mascots Look around, peep at the winners circle We the niggas touching paper like a social worker Plus them pistols keep them shells like a ninja turtle Wear rubber, cus these Spanish bitches so fertile Lord Knows I be going hard RIP my nigga Daniel, remember that garage Long nights, before that rap shit I was thinking moving keys like a locksmith No sir, the cops Them crackers dirty, I just hope you keep ya name clear Waiting for a nigga, trippin’ I just stand still I ain't trippin’ I just stand still Lord knows that I’m stressed out Walking through these roadblocks with my chest out Damn, 23 and made a million dollars Fucking put a quarter million dollars round a collar Couple more to cop a Phantom I ain't talking opera They sya my flow sick I should see a fucking doctor Real niggas in ya presence Chopper raise a nigga head like you present Broward County I am that Only nigga in my city riding Maybach’s Motivation, motivation, my niggas fans are dead They only location? And thats word to my daughter I’m just tryna make it your headquarters Word up