Badmon (LA Leakers Freestyle)

[Intro:]

Yo Badmon things

But yo, we out in L.A. though man

Shout to the leakers man

Yo, check it out

[Verse:]

The man rose, little concrete rose

Put your hands together folks, for the black roach

Bout to deliver, like stagecoach

Now I stay posting my nigga, now what's the signs

My fountain of youth is all drying

One minute we all smiling and then poof, we fall sad and then

I be digging deep for this thing, I ain't finding this

Either I'm insane or my brain and to be honest that's probably what it is

You've seen that you probably can't live with

You probably can't stomach, you probably can't ingest

At times you so hungry, got mad dreams wishing that it all get sunny

But for now it's money this, money that

[?], that's just sure when I lie

Even cause your homicide on the streets to NY

A little shortie asked me, what's my purpose and why

I told her "Save the Children", [?]

You said for sure that's thight, but what's the dollar signs in that

The hella fine dimes with that, ass so fat

The phantom in the Maybach, that black Mac that go (pew-pew)

That's when I said, yo chill shortie relax

Let me open your mind

Division is color-blind, it's fine the light can still shine

I consume this time, he begin to unravel

And travel to a place he thought that he would never find

[Outro:]

Badmon, yeah

Check it out, one time, yeah

I want my LA shit nigga

Yeah, I'm with the Leakers yeah

And I'm smoking reefer, big cheefer

Alright shouts to all my people out in LA though