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Billion streams freestyle

Said that my bitch was gay, got a billion streams, I'm a mainstream rapper
He shot coke in SoHo House, my brodie a mainstream trapper
Come around us and get deaded, they fuck for free, we don't pay these badders
Don't get it confused, it's ninety percent grind, ten percent talent
I wanna get paid and stay out the way, so what's with all of the chattin'?
If I'm feelin' sad, then how do the opps feel? Bro, I can only imagine
I'm somehow still not used to the lifestyle, but I'm slowly adaptin'
I'm plannin' the exit route, I ain't tryna be thirty y?ars old and rappin'
Call me a cheat but I own up to it, so you can't call me a liar
I n?ver took drugs, all I did was sell them, so you can't call me a buyer
If I die before I get rich, you can call me broke, but at least I tried
I'm not the type to hide my emotion, even though I'm a G, I cry
There's pros and cons to the life that I live, so I may never find a companion
I'm too rich to go back and forth with a bitch 'bout a misunderstandin'
And I'm too rich to go back and forth with the opps, they don't get a reaction
I came from the trenches, now I'm expensive, hittin' a bitch from the Hamptons
Remember the times when the line weren't ringing, I never had nobody callin'
Like eight in the mornin', police storm in, they're not gonna give you a warnin'
I'm missin' the times I would walk down Shoreditch without fans recordin'
The first time that I stepped in a bando, bro, I was only a school kid
We're growin' up quick in the part that I come from, runnin' around like orphans
I was fourteen havin' sex, no condom, thinking about an abortion
My dad was homeless with four children, he can't even afford them
I love that man, but I can't remember the last time I even saw him
I think I need spiritual cleansing, I think I need a honourable mention
For everythin' I did for the ends and, the things that I did for the mandem, uh
Bae, don't die for your BBL, I don't even find it attractive
My hair ain't done, if I take off my hat, this bitch might think I'm a catfish
I ain't flawless, I been through traumas, baby, of course I'm foolish
But I'm not stupid, I moved mum out the hood before I went jewellers
I went OT on New Year's Eve, I never came back till August
I sat in a trap with a crackhead smokin' crack and it made me nauseous, huh
I got zero trust, broad day robbery's regular here
Civilians watch and don't do nothin', it might get long if a hero come
Which one, fear or love? I think 'bout bro and start tearin' up
All of the opps are broke and rubbed, I want them dead but that's near enough