Loski - Deliberation Freestyle Lyrics

(Othello on the-Othello on the beat)

Yo, yo where do I start?
I'm still livin', but emotionally scarred
I love this gang shit, even though it teared me apart
She want a gang nigga, I just wanna tear up her bra
She want a gang nigga, tell me, "Can you play your part?"
Christ, minimum fourteen if I get a guilty
I'm waitin' on my verdict right now and I'm tryna stay positive
Deep down, I'm feelin' filthy
But fuck what it is and cut it is what it will be
My little babygirl, she don't even understand
I was broken way before she came a part of my plans
It was '018 when my nigga got murder
And every fuckin' Spartan sent bullets on their man
Feds locked up my team, niggas got 10s, 15s and 20s
Nah, it ain't what it seems
How you doin' drills on the road, go jail on your own
See opps now you're sayin' you're on deen
Couple niggas never got sweeped, they never had a trial
They never had to fight 'til they're free
So how they turnin' off in the beef and they ain't done enough?
Nah, that can never be me
Yo, I love SD, still deep in the war
Others must've forgot what we doin' this for
Need clean-hearted bangers like Grandad
Pull up and bang-bang, now he's out in '034
Yo, I'm pissed that he never got to see my daughter's first
And he ain't comin' home for her second or third
I'm pissed, I'm a street nigga, got a lot of beef, nigga
Felt like a deadbeat when I missed her birth
I was locked up, boxed up, mackerel stocked up
Plugs in the socks, get to swingin' like nunchucks
Waiting on some free prints off pretty little dumb sluts
Smoochin' on the phone like we're cuffed up
And if you ain't got a TEC then that blue phone's peak
Four rings, cut the call before that 10p beat
Rizz-ritz, viva milk stick together then he dry it
Now, you're cuttin' 'round the landin', who's got backy for some weed?
I pay the price, you play with mine
I get judged by twelve before he take my life
And I get carried by six, that's my state of mind
They want spaceship, I'm just takin' time
Everyone's got their opinion, I hope you understand
Just before I caught my case, had to pull all the plans
Just before I caught my case, had the game in my hands
And if I weren't number one, it must of been for no hass'
Speak for them trappers and them bangers
I ain't beefin' with no niggas that started drillin' off the hazards
I made them wanna be me, had that shit on repeat
But they won't admit it 'cause they're all fuckin' cappers
I was walkin' out of court and saw a opp comin' in
Saw the jury there too, so I let him talk his shit
He was doin' all that stuff like, "Come 'round the corner"
But it never phased me 'cause bro punctured his skin
Since '019, I can't even be me
Gotta give the feds my lyrics 'fore I put it on the screen
Can't be with my niggas 'cah these bail conditions
No friends wonderin' if Loski's still street
And I broke my BM's heart and she done shit I can't condonin'
Fuck it though, that pussy ain't mine, I don't own it
Pretty little Kim, don't do that shit 'cah I be so sick
I'm givin' you my heart like, "Here, hold this"
I'm feelin' so numb, hope you're like my mama and you're so strong
If I leave today, please, hold on
I swear my heart snap, day I lost Warz in that car crash
I wish that I can give my ex heart back (Othello on the-)
And God willin' that I beat my case, never have to beef the jakes
Never see another grave, I've been through them rainy days
Prayed and I felt like it weren't workin'
Down on my knees like, "Lord, do I deserve this?"
I don't wanna hurt pricks, but that's how the roads go
My nigga Hector won't see sun 'til he grows old
I just wanna shut down shows and win some MOBO's
And take TY overseas with some throat goats
Fuck the appeal, TG's release date so near
A lot of rappers fell off, but Loski's still here
Me and SY been through it all and he's still here
'023, it ain't nothin' but the real here