Correction Lyrics Four Seasons Freestyle by Avelino

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Damn, Mizzy Mauri got beats

Yo
Been in the wild, I had to wait a while
Tryna make it ‘appen, never knew if I would make it out
Work hard, play hard, I never played around
Had to go ghost just so I could bring the Wraith around
I pulled up to where I grew up on the grown ting, it was Rolls Royces
Spoiled for choice but gyal I really had no choices
I’m back stage at Rolling Loud, ‘cause I speak for the voiceless
Tapping into greatness and I still remember tapping Oysters
Yeah, and then we bust
Turnt my drive into Bentley trucks
Mercedes just sent a truck with a Benz in the back, it’s love
VIP deals with ‘em, wear VIP in the club, it’s lit
Glow dark like you never saw me sell dark in the park
Been a runner, this ain’t a walk in the park, it was hard
Hard food in my pocket, shottin’ a shot for the stars
And it made me a target, that’s when I knew I’m making it far, yo
I’m in beast mode and it shows
Lost 3 stones in a row
I think I’ve finally grown, yeah
On the road to riches, it’s been a rocky road
I’m Rocky at the Apollo with Creed all on my clothes
I miss going cologne in Greece so we can roam in
European cars, I’m German whipping out in France
But London still in my heart, Swiss watch on my arm
The one I used to raise my glass, I should be drinking in the dance
Corona’s got me at home corona popping
Been a showstopper, couldn’t picture the show stopping
But it’s still money over b*t*hes we’re only mobbing
You know the world revolves around me 'til I’m dizzy and sick to my stomach
If greed can feed your hunger then (Tsk)
The dunya’s gonna done ya’
When I saw the silver lining there was thunder
They was clapping at ‘em
Now n***as 6 feet under
One day my days will be numbered
Why you think there ain’t a budget when I’m balling? (Balling)
On the phone to God, I’m answering my calling
The devil’s doing me dirty, had dirty money I earned it
I’m earnest, I found my purpose
Then lost myself ‘cause it’s worth it
Been to more Christian Dior stores than I've been to churches
I preach and no practice perfect, but
Any time you hear that I speak, man it’s a sermon
My demons got me determined
I had to roll up in Hermes
When she weren’t even working
I needed something to work with
Yeah
Might just blow the bag an cop a Birkin
LV purse for my mom, I’m spending purses
Versace ‘cause of these verses
They roll out the red carpet for me, it was meant to be curtains
I’m Curtis Jackson
Get rich or die trying, been a white wrapper
And the aftermath may be Marshall Mathers
Yo, there’s no way out, that’s why they call it trapping
Any time I looked into the future, I saw March madness
I’m from a mad place, it weren’t always cameras and campaigns
From the neck of the woods where they grab chains
Had to grab opportunity just to have change
They were tryna penny my thoughts before the cash came
Came to the conclusion that that’s just how them gyal stay
But I still eat at the Ritz with ‘em, that’s where I’m staying
Take a shot for a shot caller
I'm poverty grown
I think about it, then I pour one, ay
Ay!

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