Fire up the Freestyle (feat. JV)

This is the last song on the album, I hope y'all enjoyed it,
I'm bringing on my first cousin JV and this other Dude I don't know,
But uh, this how we gone do it,
Ain't gone be no writing in here, you pick up a pen
Talking about writing something dog I'ma
cut your hand off, this freestyle, right?

Fire up the freestyle no need to write now
Fire up the freestyle put the pen down
Fire up the freestyle free yourself now
Fire up the freestyle bop your head now

They go the po-po's now the shop closed
No rocks sold, to the block cold
My hood holds many drugs you got dough
I sit and spit vocals and inhale dro and
Exhale dro out my nostrils
So I can spit the street gospel nigga
The rap apostle my mouth hold
As many rounds as a Glock hold
Too lyrical ridiculous and fat and incredible
To stop me is a mission impossible ya know
I can switch levels higher than your bitch levels
You keep saying yo shit better well ya better get better
Oh I flow remarkable,
Even though hoe niggas will copy though
They get stopped popped and droped left with bullet holes
You got ya Glock cocked and shocked
But scared to pull it though nigga
Top notch on blocks from duval to cali yo
You can't be really yo ya watch stop an plot
And try to tighen ya shit I know half
you mutha fuckas didn't even write ya shit
Ya fuck niggas i can't tell ya no polite than this
The same nigga that grip guns but dont tighten they fist

Fire up the freestyle no need to write now
Fire up the freestyle put the pen down
Fire up the freestyle free yourself now
Fire up the freestyle bop your head now
Bop your head now, Bop your head now
Bop your head now, Bop your Head

I heard you boys gotta a problem with me
I wouldn't of did nothing if you wouldn't of started with me
You heard about me all wrong, and got it all twisted
I told you I didn't play nigga, but you wouldn't listen
So I gotta get a lick and prove a point right?
After that you'll leave me lone and you'll be gone right?
So I guess that means war, and it's on right?
I guess you're going to get your boys and your goons right?
I heard y'all niggas don't fight no more, claim to be thugs right?
Claim to keep a gun packed full of slugs right?
I didn't see nan one of your niggas or your boy mike
You heard I didn't kill, but I just might
I'm trying to chill because I'm on
another level nigga Scheming for cheddar
If you interfere with that, I spray bullets like bad weather
But however I'll be too quick to believe,
And be quick to cock my fist back and release a knot
On your forehead, I'm a little nigga but I ain't just talk
At the end of the fight dog man you might not walk
Your blood might clot, you gone say I'm a bad nigga you fought
But to me it's just another damn lesson I taught
If you still don't get the point that I'm trying to give to you,
I'ma put the steel to you
Look Ain't bragging or saying I'm thugging,
But your chest I will inject a slug in
Look you test me dog you know you're gone fail
And if you make it after I'm going to leave you with a story to tell
All man this Uno nigga you play to much
See I was just talking man and you put a slug in my guts
But I told you something serious betta call the law
Nigga stuck up in the game and I'm playing it raw

Fire up the freestyle no need to write now
Fire up the freestyle put the pen down
Fire up the freestyle free yourself now
Fire up the freestyle bop your head now
Bop your head now, Bop your head now
Bop your head now, Bop your Head

I get my rhymes tight like nuns coochie
I'm constantly on my guard so don't push me
I never wanted to live this way,
But you show gets nothing without pay
Them shady ass niggas you don't trust them
Lord guide their body so I don't bust them
Just trying to keep my head above water
Gotta have much paper to sex your daughter
They say that want a man with sensitivity
But they flip that for a quarter key
That's why they scream for a straight OG
Busting his chucks make ghetto cheese
I really don't like it that the way it be
Just super thug living in the ghetto streets
Til they lock me up and they beat me down
A soldier wearing on his ghetto crown
Gotta watch my back while I bounce my lac
Got it Straight on the track These are just the a facts
I three wheel my corner on my trusty stead
I joust just to watch you bleed
The Chevy with blue lights surround the King
Pointing Glocks at the royalty they sirens screams
Run like a Fiend takes over my mindset
I seem to be falling and I start to forget

Fire up the freestyle no need to write now
Fire up the freestyle put the pen down
Fire up the freestyle free yourself now
Fire up the freestyle bop your head now
Fire up the freestyle no need to write now
Fire up the freestyle put the pen down
Fire up the freestyle free yourself now
Fire up the freestyle bop your head now
Bop your head now, Bop your head now
Bop your head now, Bop your Head