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