the etch-a-sketch freestyle.

When it comes to the cash, man I get that
Hit a U-turn, Pontiac to the kickback
Whip black, turning all these heads, give em whiplash
Necks crack when we on the track and we drift past
They be thinking locomotive when I click-clack
So I got em stepping up to bat, it's an impasse
Nah, as a matter of fact, it's a mismatch
It's hard tell em apart from the riff raff
Beat em till their lips black, blue in the face
Do anything that you try to do on a daily basis
Feeling like I'm stuck in stasis
So I'm trying my best to make some changes
Y'all saying I'm a clown for all this
And yet I mess around, pick yo girl up in the whip
Better pray you not around when I spit
I ain't blown up yet? well ain't that a whole mess
You inaudible, say it with your chest
Homie, I'm the climax, I'm the peak, I'm the crest
I got some bros that'll bang in the east
But like my boy Yeezus, I'm bound to the west
Bound to the game
I been doing the same, I never changed
I ain't never do drugs, I take the pain
I'm getting this bread, it's whole grain
Cause I'm, cause I'm
Hopping on the beat
Hopping out the street
Hopping in the sheets
Screw the industry
Tryna dictate who I'm finna be
Grew up in the Ville like it's Tennessee
Where they shoot us and they burn us in the streets
Killing brothers like it's Control, Alt, Delete
Take the magazine, put it in him leave it empty
Hang him up, leave him looking like a setpiece
Homie drawing fire like he was etch-a-sketching
Screw all of them cause they be toxic
Pull up to the hood and empty my clip
Stealing funds like Direct Deposit
Do you understand homie? Yeah I got it, uh
Talking bout sleep, you be yawning
I'm awake at the crack of dawn and
I'm a whole deer, you a fawn and
An intern like Vince Vaughn, man