Behind Bars Freestyle

Y-you are watching a master at work Uh You know how the bullshit chit-chat goes I don't hang around with none of you hoes Get my money and I get low Os and the X it's tic-tac-toe Been with Johnny through highs and lows Workin' on wordplay, workin' on flows Gettin' my grind on settin' my goals We gonna hit platinum after the gold Chest full of diamonds, heart so cold I don't need new friends, I don't need foes (Nah) I don't do clown shit I'm [?] Color my hair but I never told Mans ain't real and that shit shows Said more names than he has shows I don't do clickbait, I don't repost That's 'cause I know it'll feed the trolls I want the cover of Vibe and Vogue Say I got issues, this I know I been official, stripes on clothes Bitches is washin', I can't fold She got my ex he was suckin' my toes I packed his lunchbox, he gotta go There's a lot of shit I could expose (Ha) Who gettin' high? Who down low? If you got hearing problems that's know I cut 'em off, I'll cut his throat Say you confused but act like you know You wanted the views don't act like you slow Tell the awards I want the front row (Yeah) This that new dream, nightmare flow Who really streamin', who spinnin' dough? Whose givin' head, still tryna blow? (Mwah) These niggas can't touch me (Uh) I gave 'em a season, don't give me a reason you bitches lucky (Get back, get back) They don't wanna fuck with me 'cause they know they bae wanna fuck me (Yah) The prettiest bitch in the booth but the truth is that shit could get ugly (Mhm) Dream Uh You know how the bullshit chit-chat goes All that glitters, that shit not gold Niggas get wild tryna get that dough Jewelry gets snatched up, shit gets sold Don't link me when I let this go Lose my address, lose my phone You be on a podcast, talk so bold I be in the studio, talk like plow Yeah I better learn with the last one, no Dream not a plaything, Dream not a joke Sleep on Dream, well you better stay woke Dream on fire want all the smoke Minding my business, I stay low Niggas wanna cuff when shit get cold Album on deck and I bet shit blow (Yeah) Space on my wall where the plaques gon' go (Woah) Space in the phone where the apps gon' go (Wow) Place on tour where the map gon' go Brand new bank where the stacks gon' go Fed time slime where the rats gon' go (Whoa) Niggas be tellin' (Niggas be tellin') I don't do predators, few of my peoples is predicate felons Except for Davis, I see the statements, niggas be yellin' They talk and there's pussy coming out of their mouth These niggas in Ellen (Ellen, Ellen, Ellen) Dream