[Lyric] Stay Wit It Tucked Freestyle (Anthony 1999)

Uh
I'm recording with the mic in my hand right now
This is me talking to you
I'm talking to you

I gotta stay wit it tucked
I gotta stay wit it, niggas is savages, don't give a fuck about us
I gotta stay wit it tucked, I'm the man of the house, don't you run up on us
Shit I got a gun up on us
Nigga, you will not touch one of us
Nigga, you will not bust one of us
They tryna cut all the fun
They tryna say that I can't
They tryna say that I wouldn't
Nigga, how the fuck couldn't (yea)
Big ass earrings, boogers (yea)
Bet that I swish at the buzzer (yea)
Fuck a bitch, change my number (yea)
What the fuck happened, Ant closed off
Bitch wanna fuck cause the bankroll tall
Bitch wanna fuck cause a nigga like me can't go wrong
Real sad nigga, fuck it life goes on
It's a shame that I gotta get my polе on
It's a shame that I gotta watch the door now
Niggas hate that I'm paid for my pronouns
This my shit, this is not your sound
Gotta kick all thе niggas out the background
I call him my bro shit, nigga might just bust my top
The story was jealousy, end with a Glock
Tried to tell my dog, nigga just want a spot
Them bitches be flockin' when you up and hot
But they not when you not and they not when you don't got it
Busy with making a bank deposit
Just wanna know if she fuckin' on me for me, but she a skank prolly
The feeling that I get is out-of-body, being on LSD is my hobby
Lookin' at the stars, I was stargazing
Wanna give me flesh, she was all naked
Did a bitch wrong, I'm sorry baby
Did a bitch wrong, not my fault baby
I'm so sorry
She wanted love but I then had departed
What makes you think that I ain't broken-hearted
What makes you think that I ain't take the pain
What makes you think that I ain't make my name
All of you niggas is pussy and lame
Pulled out a strap with his muhfuckin' name on the barrel
Real life story, nigga I ain't really have no heros
Real life story, nigga I ain't really have no heros