Joey Purp Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #059 lyrics

[Verse]
Now I say Father forgive me, world raised me a sinner
Mama raised me a lover, daddy raised me that n*gga
When I was born I was told, 'Son, shine on them n*ggas'
I just left the dealership, I'm headed straight to the dealer
And I'm in love with the cocoa but my lil' b*tch is vanilla
I don't talk to the popo, 'round here we poppin' at snitches
I got a b*tch wit' extensions and a clip wit' extensions
Sendin' bread to my brethren in case the sentence extended
Ok my daddy used to whip the dope, mama used to hit the dope
Police knockin' at my do', taught me everything I know
I still love a Taylor Rooks type 'cus it's just somethin' 'bout it
Talkin' pounds on my cellphone, don't know nothin' 'bout 'em
He snitchin', f*ck him, send 'em shooters out and red dot him
Molly in a water bottle, call that that holy water
Gasoline in a baby bottle, I say that a lot
Plug called my phone, said he gone, guess he closin' shop
Now if I had mo' money I would get to these millions
I know love is expensive, all I got is expenses
I want that paper the worst way, club goin' up on a Thursday
Been catchin' fades since the first grade, I got that cake, it's my birthday
Ok I know a couple n*ggas poppin' pills like Tylenol
Drill everybody in the crib unless yo' child is home
I won't stop until I see a couple hunnid hunnid bands
I be out west but I don't bop, do the money dance
Buy yo' b*tch a ticket, take a trip and hit the south of France
Took half a Percocet, I'm gon' take another half
I get money underhand, I still got the upper hand
I ain't got no paperwork, I know what I'm up against
Young Purple for president, Scarface with the pelicans
I'm just tryin' to elevate, out here tryin' to understand
I'm the trendin' topic, b*tch, tryin' to find the hood for this
I don't need no hook, b*tch, I'm still on that hood sh*t
I'm smokin' that good sh*t, I'm back on that bullsh*t
I just booted up again, shawty got that good sh*t
Tap it like a telegram, I could give the sun a tan
Had to run it up again, I just got a good b*tch
I just got the good girl, I just hope the hood switch
Whip ain't got no gas tank, but I'm in the fast lane
And grippin' on the wood grips and the whole city know me
Know me 'cus they smokin' on me, call me when you lookin' for me
Purple
Yeah
Young