Passing Me By (Freestyle)

[Verse 1]

Born to be that nigga, nigga hate me more, winnin' makes me more

Dollars make me smile, wanderin' in and out these stores

I done put the work in, got to pay me now

Hip-hop let me down

Niggas stole my style, still hold my title, nigga

Ferragamo shades, all I know is pain, Vera Wang

Alexander M-C, at your queen, players never change

Seven chains, hit whatever range, slim vanilla frame

Victory feels heavenly, for that I'll go through hell again

Niggas turnin' groupie, want the glow so bad

Pockets full of linen, broken dreams is all you had

Talkin' big shit 'bout your dad, got emotions like a bitch

Lyin' your cubics off with a Pinocchio click

More than a thousand lines for pickin'

Give me a moment, I'll deliver

Take a trip through South Jamaica, never seen a frozen nigga

Doper than all of y'all, combine the heat in this nationwide

You lost your motherfuckin' pride, ain't got no stripes

This M.O.B for life if you ain't got winnin' in your eyes

It's too many drugs, all the deception in your brain

I'm gettin' love, you came to see, I'm M.V.P

I 3D up the room, Franklins 'round the clock, won't stop

This is for the block, nice to know you

You ain't no goon, go get a job

A pack of somethin', steal and rob

You kissin' ass to feel involved

I'll get you sawed, won't look my way, runnin' your fingers off

Everybody green, no grape, hey!..day-dreamin' 'bout this paper

Hear it callin', I envision yellow women by the layer

Now the most anticipated, I was the underrated

I'm your favorite rapper's favorite, my ways are super player

But still I stand right here

I reek of O.G. pink rosé and Blue Chanel

I made a promise to my people, give 'em hell until I die

So pick one out of your camp, you can't

All the money in the world won't get you stamped

I'm (?), hard times ain't gonna last forever

Shit, somethin' got to give, it's better on the other side, huh?

Build me a dollar bridge, plea, God bless my momma, kids

Send me all they problems, I'll be fine with this

Move Bentley and time, heavy's my mind I twist

You ever touch my section, saw me representin'

My words so real they resurrect me when I'm gone, I bless 'em

Hit minus, won't meet up and do it, won't be no protection

The reaper got big room for dummies

You ain't gettin' no fuckin' money