Bruisin' Weight [FREESTYLE]

She 40, her son 22

My dope kid-tested, mother approved

Sitting on paper like a Number 2 in a public bathroom

She got a pretty face, she a head-doctor, I'm a nutcase

I'm from the school of Hard Knocks

Yearbook photos be mugshots

Cut up with the streets, we hug blocks

Witches in the kitchen stirring up the pot [Hey]

But when you lose your man, that's a tough process

We slide to spin like a dance contest

It's Bruiser Wolf, no different version

I was a juvenile making cash money with the birdman

The streets calling, It's hard to block a number in fact

I know by heart I can always call back

Every drop the cops crashing

So we do fake handoffs, that's Play Action

I don't buy stories to chomp on, that's hogwash

I'm in the field flipping quarters like a ref on the coin toss

If the disrespect is blatant, the retaliation is Haitian

The hoes I'm out with, you can't out with

They see through everything like their outfits

I got two plugs on white, I'm an outlet

This for the ladies having babies

And surgery to bounce back

I drop crack like the police is on my ass

I make money like the person who invented cash

Your ribs touching, I'm eating slabs

Your team starving, on your behalf

My theory is Murphy Law, when [?] raw, never do it again, and you did it before

I had dreams of you in a cherry thong

So thick it's like you're standing wrong

You're the best thing since camera phones

I'm thirsty like I ran a marathon, those dimples, those lips too

Shit you make them hips do

The way you look in swimsuits

Make me wanna cut ginsu

You blessed girl, that's obvious

Make it clap like an audience

They go back and forth like argument

When that tongue drop, you ain't hard to spot

And that ass stick out, it stick out in the crowd like a mascot

How you like it, rough or romantic

Laying down or standing

We can do it all night in the Hamptons, fucking the sheets up like a Klansman

Fuck what they say

If I was 3000, I would've named my album 'Beats by Dre'

You're at liberty to do so, if you can find a loophole

Shit, I was trapping out of a group home

I'm the largest city in your mindstate

Not to justify 'em, but why try 'em

Because dog take bricks and modify em?

These rhymes, these rhymes is all I have

Sit an Andrew Barber chair

Shit, and he lined me up a bag

Uh, meeting with Jefe where the Jets play

Then I'm back home, sitting close enough to Checkade

My wife beautiful, looking cuter than usual

My record don't have a blemish

Nina I let go, I got problems with commitment

Bullets eject, these texts (techs) don't get rescinded, your flesh at best

Gone need some stitching

But what they need to know, huh

You had to be rich to get the hoes

I got when I was broke

If you take a plea don't tell on me

Try and see heat, like infidelity

That ain't the price, dog, it's rules

And you don't know the bylaws

I fathered you, whether it's step, god or biological, [ah]

Been getting my compliments for months

People gave me my flowers

And I put em in a blunt

You wrote letters for Trevor

And the judge still gave him forever

Two bitches in my bed, that's a twelve-piece

Breast, thighs and legs, I'm well fed

Yoga pants, no panties on

All you see is camel toe [uh]

It's long faces, because my paper elongated

And y'all hate it

Upper echelon, fine wine, top of the line

Restaurants, I'm bout to take flight

Parasites scared of heights, they think I'mma leave 'em

Trying to convince me that I need 'em

I told a blogger I ran Rock like Doug Walker

I gave Dimensions, you can picture how her frame is

We got acquainted, her body banging, on some gang shit

Asked we doing, her body language explained it in laymens

Oh dear lord, oh god

Sound like I'm praying, when I'm getting blowjobs

Bruiser