Khalifthe1st - Breaking Out Freestyle Lyrics

Ooh, all right, hold on, man, hold up
Listen, man, hold on, I got something to say
The coppers, man, they tried to lock me away, but I'm free
Chewed the chains up, I'm out of here
I came in here with the glock in here
I got that bud, too, it's in here
We got them guns, we got them ones, bitches right here
But they ain't coming, we leave em there
We leave your bitch ass right there
If you scared, you better get a gun
If you scared, homie, you better run
You better call for f*cking help, son
Because we don't need, nigga, we got all the guns
Just call me up if you want one
Just call me up if you need some
We got them thirties, yeah, the f*cking Kirbys
Play around here, shit gonna get dirty
Mailbox, send that shit in ya mailbox
Nigga, what, nigga, run and stop
This a freestyle right here, man, you know how I do
No pen and pad, man, f*ck, you know how I do
This off the top, man, mental, I'm screwed
Check the beat out, though
Yeah, homie, I just put my motherf*cking sneaks on
That means I'm about to get my motherf*cking freak on
I'm about to go out and about
I'm about to call my man, yea we bout to out
I pray to Allah, because I got it
I got a blessing
I'm always stressing, man
The beat is over
The beat is over
But nigga, we coming, man
Yeah, nigga, we them soldiers