Churchill Down Freestyle (Lyrics)

Most of My people don’t believe in me, I know

If these bets were anonymous, I’d know where their money goes

One of the many things I’m gonna take personal

It’s disappointing but that’s how it goes

I Took a trip for a little 15 months now they thinking I won’t smoke whoever think they blunt

asking what I bring like what you on?

Dawg’s a fucking scunt (dawg what he on)

If there’s a line up and I ain’t on it then I’m Offended

I’m a sicko I’ll kill it and i don’t need incentive

All of the condos going up in this city and you ain’t build em

So what’s all these stories you niggas been inventing

My cousin tells me I’ll be good and I accept it

Only Angella really know the way I be stressing

5 in the morning we coming back from the club bass bumping (turn it down I gotta say sumn)

Taste in my mouth still sour she don’t get it

Cus I just had 10 sweeties on my guest list

But I’m tearing up in this car, eyes welling up, I’m kinda drunk, ain’t sleepy but I’m tired as fuck

I got this big whip, I’m talking this big shit,

But somehow I still feel like I ain’t enough

I’m humble but they trynna do me like ain’t shit

Im a diamond and I’m tired of being in the rough

So I get dressed up, go shopping and flex up

My hair 4c, it’s fresh and it stay cut

The beard routine should be in my next drop

My melanin clean, i been taking notes from every single ting i let stay and do her routine and that’s true

Walk up in the function, see me shining know that’s who

I’m finna embody everything that I want to

Now Shawty wanna be gang but trust who?

I just need the nasty, I don’t want the Rico

I needed some top so [she want YSL but] I took the bitch to Pico

Got Prosecco at cibo

Nothing crazy, a lil something simple

Cuz I done been with bitches that I thought were poppin like some champagne and turned out to be a lil pimple

So I don’t wanna talk bout what you into

Unless you Into me

Damn right yeah I can tell you bout me

1 2 things that you should know about me

My next chick she gotta [gonna have to] be journalistic so we can sit at the table and talk about me

We Big dogs, how we ended up In a rat race? New slaves, been 3 years since we were all free

These days Money got my niggas tied down

So I’m still screaming Free my niggas till they all free