Bizzle - Summer Sixteen Freestyle lyrics

I see you looking looking
I know I’m alil late
Better late than never though, right? Bizzle

Came in the game yelling "GOD over Money"
Before I had a dollar on me
If I’m rubbing you the wrong way good
You ain't getting no massages from me
I don’t even expect much not
Even a fair shake, no love for me
If the root of evil is to love money
You screwed the people for enough it
I don’t care nothing ‘bout the rap game
I just care about the listeners
I just want to give
Them something better than
The nonsense they have been giving us
All they giving you is
Gun busting, drug, money
Sex like it’s real lit
If you ever see the movie concussion oh
Buddy think of me as Will Smith
Trying to hit them with the real in a
Game where the fake pays real well
Get a couple tattoos
Tell ‘em how you kill niggas in the will sell
Or maybe you is a killer and I
Ain’t saying you ain’t no killer man
I’m just saying if we took a body count
I bet everyone you killed in black
So look at your people, go ahead face them
Tell them you hate them
Tell them how you take a black life
Quick like you able to replace them
Tell them you know why your
Lyrics influence them that’s
Why you don’t let your kids play them
Or say them
But as long as your cheque clear you
Don’t ever plan to change them
It feels like I’m the only one that cares?
Fed up with the game
I’m I the only one that’s there?
I know I’m not it just feels that way
It’s a whole lotta money on the line now pipe
Down Biz you can get killed that way
It’s real that way, I know, know, know, know
Know that they plotting on me
I can feel it when the dot is on me
If you coulda shot you’d have shot me homey
If you had dirt you would dropped it on me
So the only way to go is lying on me
Only power you got is money or fear
None of them a problem for me
I know, know, know, know
Know that you scared now
Came up slow but I came up
What you ain’t built up you can’t tear down
And I ain’t much of a networker ‘cause
I ain’t really with the kissing up
I ain’t here to make friends with the
Competition I’m in it for the mission
Anyone can get it, really what I’m wishing
They would see the vision
We always talking about becoming a statistic
So let us change them stats all
To them you are just a black car
They advertise death all over
Your tracks dawg dis Nascar
If you go against the money they
Gone label you a hater
It don’t matter if you right or
Wrong you gotta be hater
That’s the thinking when you’re brainwashed
All about the paper
I become a stain you can’t wash
Asalam Aleikum homey
Yeah I’m from the hood too
I’m just tryna show ‘em what they could do
Push through
Man sometimes I wonder if the hood knew
That GOD loves the poor
Even though it seems work
HE said the first should be last and
The last should be the first
What JESUS said when HE returns will
HE find faith on earth
What JESUS said when HE returns will
HE find faith on earth