Young Chop - My Freestyle lyrics

My Freestyle My city is my garden.Me and n***as riding around with these rulers like garden tools.My n***as need to eat. They pockets looking weak. We need to get are collar greens.One day I won't be able to escape. My faith. When they put that 45 enstended clip to my face.But that's ok.As long that mac can still spray.If the reeper don't stop it I be safe.These streets ain't no play thang. Where we slang 8 balls/ dog food/ and that goonja because me and my n***as is on that paper chase.I heard broscy found a new crack head the other he replaced.I told that thot not to get weed from bro her weed got lasted.Now she always coming to the trap house to get a new taste