Juaking (Freestyle)

They want me crucified 'cause I'm better
But the more they hate me, the more cash I get
The quality in the scene makes me feel sorry, bro
But it makes me even sadder that they think they're good
I'm not a rapper, I’m from the streets where I sleep
Using tires as pillows, you know what I mean
Like Ricky Espinosa said, this is just how I be
I learned to write these bars listening to Juaking
Kissing the ass of the hottest ain't being on top
To be someone’s second, you don’t need to compete
How bitter it must feel when they swallow their pride
Those who never had a brother don’t know how to share
I don’t think I’m better than anyone, I don’t have a home
Like a gypsy without a place, I know what it’s like to roam
I walk alone down the street, you might cross my path
I know some who don’t even go out to shop
I don’t have enemies, they have me instead
They look at me to know which way to tread
I don’t know what the movie is, I know how to survive
They try so hard to act, but I never believed their lies

I can’t stand them even when they come to greet
I taught them how to dress, but they learned it wrong
I don’t have time to hate, even less to fail
I don’t want to kill myself, but it might happen
I remember two years ago with Tomi
Burning cash and stripping cars
And now living like Lil Baby in the studio
With Molok0, we’re cashing in
I don’t have to kill them, you’re already in a coma
I brought the drugs from Paraguay and sold them in my hood
Never finished school, I don’t have a diploma
62 GANG everywhere like the pigeons.