freedom or fame ?

Freedom or fame, my niggas die the same
I got straps like pajama boy, you know they keep me sane
Even Hitler got a case, I would figure though
That's a blood diamond, niggas killing over minerals
She tell me stay with me even though she got a man
Doing 25 in a different type of cell
Plus they got a kid in a different type of hell
He hurting to the core, probably never understand
While mama heartbroken and she mix it with the meds
And he probably heard her scream 'cause I hit it from the back
Jevv, you overlooked, damn I'm overrated
Then they fucking love me, then they fucking hate it
What the fuck am I to say? We celebrating bail
While they celebrate conviction in the non-fiction
Type of world we live in, it's official
Y'all claim we are the greatest underrated
Niggas better eat it up and swallow that mirage
It's Lord Chavo, fucking up your morrows
Believe me when I tell you that the greatest nigga sorrow
'Cause after that it's bottles and on top of models
And bitch I need some top, let me borrow your vibrato
We chirp nigga, hopping out that Benz nigga
Aiming red dots at your wife, flatline Japan nigga
I would kill for the fam nigga
When you come for the crown best to not miss nigga
Day and night you're looking for releasing
Could feel the strain if I triple my range
It spark your brain to think this could break to pieces
Final statements written in the thesis
Mark on my veins, the blood of Jesus
Everything is what I need when you peep this
Never on top, I'm borderline where the brink is
You think this come from shoveling pain or simple grievance
Or maybe that's your body getting rid of weakness
I rap release it and pull a method from your thinking
Tell 'em stay afloat but won't tell 'em the ship is sinking
Man I swear we lost as hell, too foolish to reach the deep end
Work a 9 to 5 but she still go out on the weekends
You know that, tryna have your fun when everything is in control
And I proceed to hit your phone, I'm guaranteed to pull up on that
New Willy, G and Jevv and this track is more like a throwback
How we pouring fifths of gin in new 40 times, it's a four flat
That's no flex, my head in the cloud living with no stress
Pack all your bags, the bread and mass is everlasting
I'm putting pen to pad in case you niggas breaking bad
I hold compassion, ski on my face, the mask of assassin
I call it self belief when people thinking that I'm bragging
Keep it a stack, I'm getting release from all of this rapping
If it's anything for making it please, I take this path then
This road to riches cold but I hold the keys to the back and it's no