Billion Streams Freestyle (Explicit)

Said that my ***** was gay got a billion streams
I'm a mainstream rapper
He shot coke in SoHo House
My brodie a mainstream trapper
Come around us and get deaded
They **** for free we don't pay these badders
Don't get it confused it's ninety percent grind
Ten percent talent
I wanna get paid and stay out the way
So what's with all of the chattin'
If I'm feelin' sad then how do the opps feel
Bro I can only imagine
I'm somehow still not used to the lifestyle
But I'm slowly adaptin'
I'm plannin' the exit route
I ain't tryna be thirty years old and rappin'
Call me a cheat but I own up to it
So you can't call me a liar
I never took *** all I did was sell them
So you can't call me a buyer
If I die before I get rich you can call me broke
But at least I tried
I'm not the type to hide my emotion
Even though I'm a G I cry
There's pros and cons to the life that I live
So I may never find a companion
I'm too rich to go back and forth with a ***** 'bout a misunderstandin'
And I'm too rich to go back and forth with the opps
They don't get a reaction
I came from the trenches now I'm expensive
Hittin' a ***** from the Hamptons
Remember the times when the line weren't ringing
I never had nobody callin'
Like eight in the mornin' police storm in
They're not gonna give you a warnin'
I'm missin' the times I would walk down Shoreditch without fans recordin'
The first time that I stepped in a bando bro
I was only a school kid
We're growin' up quick in the part that I come from
Runnin' around like orphans
I was fourteen havin' sex no condom
Thinking about an abortion
My dad was homeless with four children
He can't even afford them
I love that man
But I can't remember the last time I even saw him
I think I need spiritual cleansing
I think I need a honourable mention
For everythin' I did for the ends and
The things that I did for the mandem uh
Bae don't die for your BBL
I don't even find it attractive
My hair ain't done if I take off my hat
This ***** might think I'm a catfish
I ain't flawless I been through traumas
Baby of course I'm foolish
But I'm not stupid
I moved mum out the hood before I went jewellers
I went OT on New Year's Eve
I never came back till August
I sat in a trap with a crackhead smokin' crack
And it made me nauseous huh
I got zero trust broad day robbery's regular here
Civilians watch and don't do nothin'
It might get long if a hero come
Which one fear or love
I think 'bout bro and start tearin' up
All of the opps are broke and rubbed
I want them dead but that's near enough