Morton's (Ruth's Chris Freestyle)

Moraculous

New piece after we go and clear a **** shelf

No fendi logo when you hear me talking about a belt

Got so much ice on my neck, like why i never melt

When I lost Suede inside that cage, some shit i never felt

Fifty ball give a **** reason not to play

4 cars and pouring juice I been out the way

I got a cross on my denim but I hardly pray

And bitch, I said you gotta go, who told you you could stay

RuthChris nah, i'm straight bro, let's go to Mortons

I be balling on these ****, like I'm Aaron Gordon

Designer stepping every day, but I was sharing Jordan's

It's Honda Civic for the skip but, on the block it's foreign

How would've been on what I'm on if I ain't sign the deal

I would've probably hit your bitch, but I'm popping the seal

They know my name be on the block, so i'm keeping the steel

And I advise you stay in school, I'm just keeping it real

Bitch, I was thugging on the block and had no place to go

Residential burglaries, I wasn't selling dope

And yeah, I copped a couple bags but it was moving slow

Off a broke life you gonna learn here, I ain't really old though

Was 17 with ten chains and riding in BMG

And I was up 150 that's on G-O-D

Fucking hoes, stick in the club and I ain't have ID

And I was only 13 putting shit on the tee

Like how I'm supposed to work a job, got thirty off a flight

I'm from the east, no red lights and we don't do the stops

Hate this claim but this shit cap and everything is props

I'm tryna flip a hundreds birds like keep it in my socks

Hey, me and Gotti thirsty slipping in to get you bugged

We catch you hanging over there and that's gonna get you cooked

A horror film where **** play, we leave them stuck on shook

Thought you a gangsta had that gun just to get it took

Walkin' down with all these chains, so she can notice me

The old way this choppa bust and it's so R.I.P

Lil' bitch you know I got a bitch so all I got is me

Locked in a cage that's when I learned all I got is me

Fast money 211's, I've been in love with chili

My white boy get you going, his real name is billy

My P half rapper gang I never been to Philly

And I'll slap a bitch mama have me looking silly

I thank God I touched hunnids as a lil' kid

They ain't off a triple life but I'ma keep it stitched

And I was plotting on the ticket, thugging on the 6

See my pops die and made my heart colder than my wrist

In Saks Fifth that's why I learned 10 wasn't enough

And we will get yo' head bust for tryna call a bluff

The type of bitches I be fucking you gon' wanna cuff

A quarter on my neck, it's crazy thinking I had it rough

We double back and wait a second, catch you playing dead

A sticky finger violation, pay with your head

It's only easy when I speak

I ain't talking till I'm ducking **** bitches these cases and plus, I blame the feds

A gold chain and she clashed, that's an old story

We knock him down and hit his brother with the same forty

True Religion, Robin's jeans, man that was middle school

Coulda hit your bitch but I didn't, I'm keeping it cool

They heard I'm back, so now they waiting for the next trend

I need a hundred if we pass, what the fuck is ten?

Oh, I'mma link, play with me, I got my best friends

Ace these 9's, choppers, forties and F&N's