One More Chance Freestyle

Skrapz, listen, boom, check it, Yo

Who's that dipping in the beamer

F's on my feet it's Fendi it's not Fila

If you saw my interior, you would think I got signed

Na-na-nah baby girl man I'm just a drug dealer

I be in the trap with some bricks of amnesia

Begging my connect, lemme get the bricks cheaper

I'm a hustler ask Nina with the nina

I deliver you a box to your door like a pizza

Two man deep in a black seven-seater

Three, five, seven and a nine millimetre

Bare man getting sleep up when man creep up

My niggas shoot up fam, we don't beat up

And I be in the trap sipping yak from a tea cup

Two bricks left, I think I'm ready for the re-up

Told my driver to pick me up

Bring me to my spot for my P's then I go and pick three up

Your girlfriend's dishing it out, she just free up

And I ain't even calling her phone, she hits me up

Bitches pree us all you niggas wanna be us

Paigons hiding out cah they don't really wanna see us

Cah I ride like cyclist

Teams full of more bright stars than the night is

Clip full of hollow tips just how like it

On the north circular listening to Nines getting brains off a white chick

I was on my way to the blocks I see the cops

I ain't going back to prison, so I swallowed my rocks

Better safe than sorry on the streets, you can never be sure

All I know is that prevention is better than cure

All I know about is crime, I don't follow the law

I'm tryna make my money rise like a suicide door

And I'm never stopping, straight money chopping

Couple thousand in my pocket when I'm going shopping

Nigga said he's got a spot that I could put a crop in

Told him give me couple weeks then I'ma get it popping

Yeah, I love the game, I don't really want the fame

Never gonna change, making money is my middle name

I'm in the Beamer doing 60 in the middle lane

Henny in my cup duffle bag full of silver haze

On my grind, haven't slept in a couple days

I've been going hard, I can sleep when I'm in a grave

You was chilling in your yard I was getting paid

You was chilling in the sun, and I was in the shade

You was twiddling your thumbs, I ain't on that

Four-five by my side ready for some combat

Break niggas face, make niggas call me ong bak

Shoot niggas down, I ain't inna any long chat

I've been rolling with the handgun from way back

Think I'm gonna rise the gym bag up and spray that, 'K that

I ain't got no funny niggas in my circle

All my niggas hardback like the turtles

Chilling in my yard late night, I got a bird call

Had to put my bullets in my gun and then I circled

I'm riding with a passion, all you niggas frassin'

Shoot a nigga on the mains and I ain't even gassin'

I only used a couple bullets, I was tryna ration

I don't mean a shower when I tell a man I'm gonna splash him

Everybody's on my case, I'm the latest fashion

Telling everybody wait until I get it cracking

Tryna get rich, I ain't tryna get nicked

All I know is crime I ain't never had a payslip

I'm self-made I ain't never had a wages

Posted in the trap two bricks tryna make it

I was in the trap with your bitch, she was naked

Had her on her knees giving everybody faces

It's Big Skrapz I've been killin' them for ages

That fact still remains, there's no changes

LV shoes and shirts and suede blazers

Squad famous same members no strangers

I'm about to make the roadside dangerous

Hopping out a black range with a stainless

I put a nigga in a box like a trainers

One burner, six shots, they're blood stainers

I remember growing up living kinda corrupt

Now I'm sipping grey goose kinda livin' it up

Yo, the streets crazy but the streets pays me

Disappeared for a minute now I'm back baby

Niggas played out looking like a crack baby

I swear down, all these rappers sound whack lately

I make history, lifestyle risky, heard your CD and flung that it's a Frisbee

It's Big Skrapz, I burn tracks 'til they crispy

I'm back, but for how long that's a mystery

Talking to my nigga said the streets really missed me

I ain't tryna slip but the streets kinda slippery

I shift bricks quickly jakes wanna shift me

I'm a old school G nuff-nuff spliffy

I ain't fucking with the works if the works iffy

You better bring me back my money before it gets sticky

And I ain't inna playing games I'm about money

I'm grinding even when I'm ill and my nose runny

God knows all I'm tryna do is make it

Cousin this is real life I ain't inna fake shit

I go hard, I ain't putting on the brakes yet

I ain't never wishing I had, I just go get

Sitting in the back of a cab with a rucksack

Nine millimetre nozzle where my nuts at

I'm tekkin' note, check it 'bout to meet a new connect

He might send his little pups to try and intercept

I have to light a nigga up like a cigarette

Hit him in the face and make the nigga get the full effect, boom