Impatient Freestyle - Lil Pete

Shout out to the gang, ho

RIP to my niggas

Cocaine’s a hell of a drug

Shout out to my niggas that be drillin' shit

Free my niggas in the field that with us

RIP to my niggas I can’t see no more, gang

With this generation now it can’t be no more gang

Long nights, we was trappin' in them projects

Took a minute but we made it out the projects

My hood love me so my niggas, I can’t let 'em down

I’m that nigga and you heard it from word of mouth

Real nigga, I’ll show what you doin 'wrong

Victoria’s Secret, I’ll put you in the Louis thong

Yeah, baby, that’s that boss up

All these bitches ran through, they be tossed up

Why these bitches in they feelings like they lightskin?

But she just left ten bands on my nightstand

No friends, just a Glock, that’s my right hand

Sneak dissin' 'til we hop up out that white van

Yeah, bitch, you can’t play me

Struggle hard in these streets really made me

Don’t get picked off, my brother playin' safety

We gon' keep it low-key like I’m Haiti

Niggas ain’t know me, I ain’t even make it

Fourth and ten so you know I’m 'bout to take it

And could you tell me why these hoes so basic?

Money made, lil bitch, I’m money making

Never feed into these lies and these bitches

Cameras on, so I know the feds listenin'

Never feed into these lies and these bitches

Cameras on, so I know the feds listenin', ayy

Céline bag, I’ll put you in them Christians

Hundred dollar steaks, bitch, we Ruth Chris-in'

So much blue bills, think a nigga crippin'

Mama worried, she just worried how I’m livin'

To keep it real with you, baby, I can’t tell the truth

If it’s dreams to be sold, I can sell it too

I wanna get rich, now tell me, what you wanna do?

Take you out that Honda, girl, and put you in a coupe

Yeah, I heard you wanna win and to never lose

Fuckin' with them lame niggas, that’s the outcome

I’m only rollin' with some niggas tryna down some'

Couple winners on them cases so they found some'

You ain’t ridin' for yourself, that’s a head shot

How you niggas say y’all shootin' but send leg shots?

Never personal, it’s never nothin' like that

Blue strips out your bitch and give it right back

Sucker niggas down the street, heard they hate me

I think they mad 'cause they brodie died

Speakin' on me to these bitches, I ain’t even mad

Instead of feelings, I’m just gettin' to that fuckin' bag

Lurkin' on me, baby girl, might get your feelings hurt

I can’t even lie to you, I be feelin' hurt

Yeah, I be feelin' hurt

I can’t even lie to you, I be feelin' hurt

Man, tell brodie pour up that dark shit

Threes and twenties, all that shit

Free the home team, RIP to the gang, you feel me?

All that shit

Ayy, bosses don’t brag, gangsters don’t advertise

You feel me?

Pay me in bands

Ask your bitch, she’ll tell you

All you niggas get out your feelings too, all that internet thuggin'

We gon' pop out

Killing’s got to be accepted

Murder was the only way that everyone stayed in line