Chubby Jag - HiiiPoWeR Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Chubby Jag] Poppa gone, momma crying I just want my daddy, I'm to young to know that momma trying She say that he coming back, but I know that my momma lying I ain't even tripping, look at all this sh** my momma buying Naw I ain't lying bro, she keep me laced Give me wads of money just to spend bro, she keep me caked But I done took the wrong steps that shouldn't be retraced I guess that's why I'm preaching now, I'm on my T.D. Jakes Spit now, all my sh** sick and I'm the sh** now Just trying to rip sh**, till I get rich and can sit down That's why I put my faith in no man I'm a couple floors up from y'all, yea I've been on my Bruh man Yea you ever felt like you just had to k**? Ran across that beautiful women that you just had to feel? Sad that you catching a bus and you never had the wheel Whole family starving, no food around and you had to steal? You ever seen a head shot, wig steaming, fiend shaking Big fiending, whole bunch of them kids screaming? I'm just saying n***as praying, I'm fighting them big demons I can see them in my sleep, so I'm fighting for big reason n***a dying, n***as crying, they sound like a kid teething sh** sleeping for the dead, I'm alive and I'm big breathing Chubby, get me, white powder n***a high power f** with n***as that need the coka leaf and buy sour We hurting, so we intoxicated off high flowers Still I was born to cop sh**, I'm on my high tower Yea I know n***as that selling hoochies that selling goochie Your p**y won't make me marry you, I'm just telling groupies Yea I f** with them real n***as, them trill n***as Real ill n***as, that peel triggers and k** n***as I wake up in my hoopin' shoes like I'm off the ball Got me shining like Michael glove I'm off the wall A n***a need the music, I been a fiend for days They fiend for my bars like a smoker that fiends for haze I fiend for money, I won't stop till my team is paid Everybody sparking, n***as marching like the King parade Uh, I don't know Dre I don't know Uncle Snoop If you a n***a uncle, just look out cause that's what uncles do Them certain colors get you slayed round here I know p**y, coke, and weed will get you paid round here All the jobs paying dirt, n***as slaves round here All the churches taking money, can't get saved round here Momma pardon I'm with b**hes, I be quick to treat her bad That's unless she's hot and sweet And she like Martin momma biscuits, huh They say I talk about shining too much, I'm often glad Cause if I talk about struggling, I'd be talking sad n***as cussing as a kid, had me talking bad, talking mad Get it, I be with it if you talking cash And if I ain't running the game, then I'm walking fast You n***as froze in the matrix, my n***as walking past Do this for them b**hes showing a** for a living I be in that same bag, I just spas for a living Trash man, all them beats I gotta trash for a living For them homeless people quick to get they lasts for a living Yea, naw I ain't scared of nothing, that's cause I've been afraid That's why I'm yelling crown a n***a, till I'm in the grave Jag