Late night freestyle

Chillin, on right side bed up with pillows
Garden Green relaxin top hill with medows
Medal is sliver, eyes content
TV on mute, slience prevents
Aimlessly thinkin if stars weren't lit
And moon aint shinnin and if nachos wrent dipped
Or the fact that verbals aint running
Nor the glock semper fi aint gunning
Im prolly thinkin too vague when most rappers inspire for fame
Its to simply enjoy life and run game
Maserati never became a goal more like waking up in mansion fulla clean hoes
Im daydreamin till my push is over
Tilted My way until its deadly proper
Then silently hurt me souls like Food & Liquor

you sound like lupe. im feeling the metaphors man.

great first drop.