Prolyfic - Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Unidentified man & Lupe Fiasco] Unidentified man: So Lu who's next man? Who's up and coming in the game? Lupe: Next kid, um, well of course my man, um, Gemini, from the South Side of Chicago, uh good kid, good MC Know what I'm saying, got some fire. For real though, but you'll see [Gemini] Gemini First and fifteenth n***as Yeah Uh huh Feel me on this one Yeah Yeah I done grew to be a monster 8 n***a face of a k**er Addicted to the taste of liquor, so I pray for my liver I gotta get up out my mamma's basement She need some more space and I feel her, f** could I do but take the sweet with the bitter On top of that just had a baby delivered Child support chasing a n***a But I ain't got no paper to give ‘em Water leaking from the cracks of the ceiling Couple roaches here and there but they ain't half as bad as in the beginning It's like they always showed their a** whenever company visit And then that black flag splashed ‘em and they finally diminished Losing ambition Graduated school by inches Eating Ramen noodle soup cuz ain't no food in the kitchen Taking baths with the same sh** we use with the dishes This is unconstitutional to you but I live it Could move and distribute but I'm cool cuz I ain't trying to do prison You couldn't walk inside my shoes unless you truthfully lived it This is far from just some more 'Cago n***a With cars and b**hes running through Chicago twisting This is top flow Pica**o picture 12 car garage door living Just better pray them Glock floors don't Why's my best friend hoping I fail Molded him well Love him but f** him He can get the bulk of the shells I write my life in a notepad and hope that it sells Cuz broke or in jail ain't cutting it like coke on the scale Get toast by the belt Too blind to f**ing post it in braille Loading my shells I'm focused on a soul who I k** No coat shall I tail Coasting on this boat that I sail I float with the whales A free Willy, cannot go to jail Cause I swore that I'd be 6 feet in a pine box cold Before I let the streets of South Chicago swallow my soul I seen too many friends before me choose that horrible road Couldn't harbor the load, froze, and they swallowed ‘em whole Until you n***as is probably plotting to rob me and scram Just call it quits You be dead before you count the first grand You may get far as Queen Latifah and the rest of her friends You won't pull a Jada Pinkett, you can trust that fam So I'm screaming help me dearly with tears in my pants I'll be found in the cemetery buried next to my grams I get dirty like 2 Mexican hands dropping the trans Chopping up grams cause me starving is not in the plans Motherf**er