Billion Streams Freestyle

Said that my bitch 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 fuck for free, we don’t pay these badders

Don’t get it confused

This is 90% grind 10% talent

I wanna get paid and stay out the way

So what’s with all the chatting

If I'm feeling 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 adapting

I’m planning the exit route

I ain’t tryna be 30 years old and rapping

Call me a cheat but I own up to it

So you can’t call me a liar

I never took drugs 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 fourth with a bitch

'Bout a misunderstanding

And I’m too rich to go back and fourth with the opps

They don’t get a reaction

I came from the trenches, now I’m expensive

Hitting a bitch from the Hamptons

Remember the times when the line weren’t ringing

I never had nobody calling

Like 8 in the morning, police storm in

They’re not gonna give you a warning

I'm missing the times I would walk down Shoreditch

Without fans recording

The first time that I stepped in a Bando

Bro I was only a school kid

We’re growing up quick in the part that I come from

Running around like orphans

I was 14 having sex, no condom

Thinking about an abortion

My dad was homeless with 4 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 an honourable mention

For everything I did for the ends and

The things that I did for the mandem

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 bitch 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 the trap with a crackhead

Smoking crack and it made me nauseous

I got zero trust

Broad day robberies, regular here

Civilians watch and don’t do nothing

It might get long if a hero come

Which one, fear or love?

I think 'bout bro 'n' start tearing up

All of the opps are broke and rubbed

I want them dead but that’s near enough