Badmon [LA Leakers Freestyle]

Yo Badmon things
But yo, we out in LA though man
Shout to the leakers man yo, check it out

The man rose, little concrete rose
Put your hands together folks
For the black roach
Bout to deliver, like stagecoach
Now I stay posting my nigga
Now what's the signs
My fountain of youth is all drying
One minute we all smiling and then poof
We fall sad and then
I be digging deep for this thing
I ain't finding this
Either I'm insane or my brain and to
Be honest that's probably what it is
You've seen that you probably can't live with
You probably can't stomach
You probably can't ingest
At times you so hungry
Got mad dreams wishing that it all get sunny
But for now it's money this, money that
That's just sure when I lie
Even cause your homicide on the streets to NY
A little shortie asked me
What's my purpose and why
I told her "Save the Children"
You said for sure that's thight
But what's the dollar signs in that
The hella fine dimes with that, ass so fat
The phantom in the Maybach
That black Mac that go (pew pew)
That's when I said, yo chill shortie relax
Let me open your mind
Division is color-blind
It's fine the light can still shine
I consume this time, he begin to unravel
And travel to a place he thought
That he would never find badmon, yeah
Check it out, one time, yeah
I want my LA shit nigga
Yeah, I'm with the Leakers yeah
And I'm smoking reefer, big cheefer
Alright shouts to all my people
Out in LA though