Freestyle

[Intro: Unidentified man & Lupe Fiasco]

Unidentified man: So Lu who’s next man? Who's up and coming in the game?

Lupe: Next kid, um, well of course my man, um, Gemini, from the South Side of Chicago, uh good kid, good MC

Know what I’m saying, got some fire. For real though, but you’ll see

[Intro: Gemini]

Gemini

First and fifteenth niggas

Yeah, uh huh, feel me on this one

Yeah

Yeah

[Verse: Gemini]

I done grew to be a monster, 8 nigga face of a killer

Addicted to the taste of liquor, so I pray for my liver

I gotta get up out my mamma’s basement

She need some more space and I feel her, fuck could I do but take the sweet with the bitter

On top of that just had a baby delivered

Child support chasing a nigga, but I ain’t got no paper to give ‘em

Water leaking from the cracks of the ceiling

Couple roaches here and there but they ain’t half as bad as in the beginning

It’s like they always showed their ass whenever company visit

And then that black flag splashed ‘em and they finally diminished

Losing ambition, graduated school by inches

Eating Ramen noodle soup cuz ain’t no food in the kitchen

Taking baths with the same shit we use with the dishes

This is unconstitutional to you but I live it

Could move and distribute but I’m cool cuz I ain’t trying to do prison

You couldn’t walk inside my shoes unless you truthfully lived it

This is far from just some old Chicago nigga

With cars and bitches running through Chicago twisting

This is top flow Picasso picture

12 car garage door lifted, just better pray them Glock 4's don’t

Why’s my best friend hoping I fail? Molded him well

Love him but fuck him, he can get the bulk of the shells

I write my life in a notepad and hope that it sells

Cuz broke, or in jail, ain't cutting it like coke on the scale

Get toast by the belt, too blind to fucking post it in braille

Loading my shells, I’m focused on a soul who I kill

No coat shall I tail, coasting on this boat that I sail

I float with the whales, a free Willy cannot go to jail

Cause I swore that I'd be 6 feet in a pine box cold

Before I let the streets of South Chicago swallow my soul

I seen too many friends before me choose that horrible road

Couldn’t harbor the load, froze, and they swallowed ‘em whole

Until you niggas is probably plotting to rob me and scram

Just call it quits, you be dead before you count the first grand

You may get far as Queen Latifah and the rest of her friends

You won’t pull a Jada Pinkett, you can trust that fam

So I'm screaming help me, beggin' dearly with tears in my pants

I’ll be found in the cemetery buried next to my grams

I get dirty like 2 Mexican hands dropping the trans

Chopping up grams 'cause me starving is not in the plans

Motherfucker