GHETTO FREESTYLE! lyrics

[Intro: T.J. SoSo & Trench]
Y'all already know what the f*ck's goin' on
We got East Side Stuey, we got the Hall Monitor
We got the Blunt Doctor, we got FawtyBallJamal (huh?)
But we're gonna start with the French Trenchdigger, let's go

[Verse I: Trench]
Okay, okay, okay, okay
What more do I even have to say?
Been killing verses ever since the fourth f*ckin' grade
My pockets anorexic and and my boss won't raise my pay
Got me rappin' like the rent due or a baby on the way
Let us pray, God I know you hear my stomach way up there
That ain't hunger for success, but got that too to make it fair
Plus I gotta fix my car, and I do not mean change the spare
Way too many issues, sometimes it feel like a waste to care

[Verse II: East Side $tu & Poolhall Percy]
But through that I prevail, can't you tell I'm a soldier?
Boy, I'm with this jawn and I just (yuuu) on her sofa
Like the comment section, you can find me smokin' doja
Hit that green a couple times and pass it off to Lloda
I feel like I'm 12 when I smoke a Black, really doe
And that probably was your b*tch I f*cked, let's check the video
Hell nah I ain't from Atlanta, I'm from the 'Bany hoe
Prolly the most talented n*gga up out my city though (It's Percy)
[Verse III: Poolhall Percy]
I feel like the man now, I feel like the man
She say she like how my band sound, I guess she a fan
She took me to her parents house, somethin' stopped the plan
Her mother caught me with my pants down, acting like a lamp
That was back in 2019, comin' back from camp
If i'm gon' be stuck in this b*tch, I'ma lay my stamp
For the last damn time, put the 9 back on the map
Word to Cantrell, just stick to what y'all do best and yap

[Verse IV: Black Lloda]
Think you can beat me and you playin' yourself, man
Like Julia Roberts in Ocean's Eleven
To do all of this, Lloda feel like he destined
With all of this preachin', could pass as a reverend
I'll bully you foolies, you Mac and I'm Kevin
Steady sinning, know I'm not seeing heaven
It ain't no half-steppin', you know what I'm reppin'
I'll give the game back when I turn twenty-seven
Look, I'm trying too hard
I used to do magic, you make the wrong move
And you seeing an angel, I'm pulling your card
She wanna f*ck, but let's do it tomorrow
I been him him since Dora been explorin'
Since Shaq led the league in scorin'
Tryna make the world less borin'
All that other sh*t is unimportant
[Verse V: 40unce]
But Greene
I'll even shoot you a feature or two for a nominal fee
You want a beat? That's another fee
Want to record it? Another fee
It need a mix? That's another fee
It need a cover? Another fee
Video edits? Another fee
Basically nobody f*ckin' with me
Just think of me as the friendliest villain
Since 2015, I been chillin' like Krillin
Been balling like Westbrook back at the Pavilion
My only regret, I ain't yet made a million
Why the South hot as a mug? (Cause I'm here)
You must be smellin' these drugs (It's not fear)
Catch you in traffic, you better not be lacking
'Cause I ain't aimin' for the truck (Lightyear)