Isaiah Rashad - The Spill (Grammy Family Freestyle) lyrics

I've been smoking and drinking
Now I am drinking and driving
Suicide on my mind but at least
I got my pride right
Tryna hit up Bree cause at least
She get my mind right
Speeding through traffic was that
A stop sign-lights flashing, seem like magic
Blue and red inspiration reaching
For the masses
Life is do or die and Ima die making classics
They killing me with books
Cafeterias and classes, and I be like
"Lord I ain't your best son and man
On that liquor I confess some"
My soul get the weakest when the flesh come
Religious ass bitches
Just praying I undress 'em
I got a problem with my pops
Should I talk about it?
Relationships get tore was you off about it
You saying these A&Rs ain't shit
Just looking for a bitch
That can spit a few hit's
Should i bark about it
Its like I am aiming at myself young Plaxico
My soul hurts ain't never felt regret before
Me and this bitch ain't
Never ever met before
I am cheating but pussy ain't never
Ever felt this wet before
Lord should I let it go in
Poverty but the change is blinding
Somewhere in between the fame
And insane asylums
Charlie Sheening on that bitch
Still dreaming of that shit
They praying that a nigga fucking
Willie Beamen on that shit (Fame)
Four blunts is this as high as we can get
I spit my soul and pay the toll
And let my momma play it
For her friends, she bragging about a
Benz, that I can't buy, but eventually
Get that thang right and treat me
Like Zack Morris up in Bayside
I kill the vocals, kill the beat
And let the bass ride

Let me sing my song, I free my soul
I free my soul so let me, lelet me free my
Soul, I sing my song, i free my