[Lyric] Nice Freestyle (Tracy Lamont)

Really tapped in
Nigguhs really be capping
Packs wrapped in
Couple vacuum sealed somethings
Ion wanna talk about it
I rather stick to the rappin
Since my soul glowed up
I chilled out on the snappin
But anyone that know me
Know I’m ready for the action
Rather chill and eat some fruit
For personal satisfaction
I ain’t tryna get rowdy
Cuz anger is a distraction
When you riding 4 deep
And the Glock is how you’ve been strapped in
Now Run Tell Dat
I March in then I lure em
No ceilings
But we got wood flooring
Got no wings
But cha boy been soaring
Think I’m supposed to say that my sticks got switches
But they dont
I just pray
That my aim hit nigguhs
I mean Brown, Pink, Yellow Green, Red or White Nigguhs
Bullets got no names
And they can’t see color
Like the claim people make
When they racist undercover
All my real nigguhs
Show love to ya nigguhs
All my real bitches
Show love to ya bitches
If it’s fake make em bounce
Like Spitta hittin switches x2

I go
Cuz if you quit then you fail
I got homies that got shot
I got homies that’s in jail
Some of my homies own land
Some my homies go to Yale
Guess I’m somewhere in the middle
Of my journey lemme tell ya
Nigguhs shot at me
My mother posted my bail
I just bought me a crib
And I didn’t graduate from hell
Nah my Alma Mater was the shii
I was in a bad place
When you don’t know yourself
You think it’s written on your face
Think yo shit don’t stink
But whole world smell ya
If you full of yourself
Ain’t nothin I can tell ya
Except everybody leaves
When they see your true character
And that ain’t really you
That’s a muhfuggin barrier
You don’t wanna feel
Feelings couldn’t be scarier
Anger bubble in you
We poppin bottles of Perrier
Family did you wrong
I can see it on your exterior
But they havin they way
And you feeling all inferior