You Kan’t Live (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse]
Machine, n*gga
I don't drink cold Henny
Uhh, I told Benny bring hoes plenty
Far as O's, I sold plenty
I hold semis, I stood in the cold in my old Pennys
We can get it popping n*gga, yes
Hand-made mask out of stocking with a TEC
n*gga lose a whole lung when I pop 'em in the chest
I can tell you ain't getting money rocking them Guisep's
Ask Cutta, we got it rocking on the steps
At his momma house
Boy, them shoe boxes was a mess
When I'm on the plane only time I'll be getting rest
But the way that I've been getting cheques
I been feeling blessed (talk to 'em)
Yes, three thousand dollar specs
Cartiers, pony hair, blood bottoms when I step
You f*cking with me, that's highly unlikely
I don't play ball
Still getting boxes from Nike, whoa
I know these rap n*ggas probably don't like me
I'm killing sh*t 'til somebody come fight me, uhh
Or somebody come snipe me
I'm from the hood where my shottie rung nightly
Madison Square Garden looking icy
I ain't court side, but a row behind Spike Lee
Out in Cali, I'm smoking my own strain
Griselda b*tch, we started our own gang
You pus*y ass n*ggas should ride in your own lane
Wig shot, close range
Goodbye ya whole brain, motherf*cker