BREGMA Freestyle
You niggas might be aight but
I'm more goody
This hip hop shit is a sport to me
I'm Bill Bennet checkin' a porch hoodie
Pass me the torch, I'm a contortionist
The way I manoeuvred into this game
They ain't even opened the door fully
Niggas tough talking, I scorched bullies
Literally, fuck a metaphor
A blind man can see that
My team is ahead of yours
So I ain't gotta check the score
That nigga grip like two
Crates at the record store
I'm either Heath Ledger or Brandon Lee
See I can catch a bullet randomly
Or OD on medication and never
Become the legend I plan to be
It's a very thin line between
Genius and insanity
I walk the tight rope
Shall I fall? I hope to end it
All on the right note
For this shit that I write bro
I get a check and I don't
Mean spell checking for typos
This ain't a essay
I paid the cost to be the Hefe
More work and less play
And now a nigga polished
Funny since they kicked
Me outta college
I been kicking knowledge
Far from consciousness
Nigga with a guilty conscience
Part of my mental was
Built on nonsense
So I be with the fuck shit
That's why at every function
While all you niggas jumping
I'm in this bitch with my
Back against the wall
And a strap in my draws
For niggas yapping they jaws
Shorty grabbed me by my
Hand and said I never dance
Then asked if I'm nervous
I just don't want this shit
To fall and pop myself
Like a plasticle burress
Your flow compared to mine
Is like match to a furnace
So I pay more in taxes than
What you actually earning
Factual learning
I'm the captain of this ship
'Fore I ride a nigga wave,
I'll capsize this bitch
And yo ass might get drenched
Like a baptising shit
But ain't no pass,
it's just a black guy with a stick
Get jacked riding in a six
Candy pane, got 'em
Looking like a sweet lick
To a broke nigga thats a cheap face
Man is a maze to compete with
40 calibre, it ain't your calendar
Challengers lining up for your
Challengers or Camero
Ride for your dinero
You better play scarecrow
I hollow tips outta that barrel
Ripping through apparrel
I keep it real thorough
Let you niggas play Will Ferrell
I'm a wheel barrow
Push through the ales and
Perils to see if the grass is greener
Niggas still gotta stash the nina
Me and tick passing weed
And mashing through Pasadena
Off the lit
I'm surprised we ain't
Crashed the Beamer
Pardon my brash demeanour
The freshman to the outclass,
The class of seniors
And they ain't even a masters genius
West mile just a mast of demons
Strike game to the casket
We'll never let the cash between us, uh
I'm more goody
This hip hop shit is a sport to me
I'm Bill Bennet checkin' a porch hoodie
Pass me the torch, I'm a contortionist
The way I manoeuvred into this game
They ain't even opened the door fully
Niggas tough talking, I scorched bullies
Literally, fuck a metaphor
A blind man can see that
My team is ahead of yours
So I ain't gotta check the score
That nigga grip like two
Crates at the record store
I'm either Heath Ledger or Brandon Lee
See I can catch a bullet randomly
Or OD on medication and never
Become the legend I plan to be
It's a very thin line between
Genius and insanity
I walk the tight rope
Shall I fall? I hope to end it
All on the right note
For this shit that I write bro
I get a check and I don't
Mean spell checking for typos
This ain't a essay
I paid the cost to be the Hefe
More work and less play
And now a nigga polished
Funny since they kicked
Me outta college
I been kicking knowledge
Far from consciousness
Nigga with a guilty conscience
Part of my mental was
Built on nonsense
So I be with the fuck shit
That's why at every function
While all you niggas jumping
I'm in this bitch with my
Back against the wall
And a strap in my draws
For niggas yapping they jaws
Shorty grabbed me by my
Hand and said I never dance
Then asked if I'm nervous
I just don't want this shit
To fall and pop myself
Like a plasticle burress
Your flow compared to mine
Is like match to a furnace
So I pay more in taxes than
What you actually earning
Factual learning
I'm the captain of this ship
'Fore I ride a nigga wave,
I'll capsize this bitch
And yo ass might get drenched
Like a baptising shit
But ain't no pass,
it's just a black guy with a stick
Get jacked riding in a six
Candy pane, got 'em
Looking like a sweet lick
To a broke nigga thats a cheap face
Man is a maze to compete with
40 calibre, it ain't your calendar
Challengers lining up for your
Challengers or Camero
Ride for your dinero
You better play scarecrow
I hollow tips outta that barrel
Ripping through apparrel
I keep it real thorough
Let you niggas play Will Ferrell
I'm a wheel barrow
Push through the ales and
Perils to see if the grass is greener
Niggas still gotta stash the nina
Me and tick passing weed
And mashing through Pasadena
Off the lit
I'm surprised we ain't
Crashed the Beamer
Pardon my brash demeanour
The freshman to the outclass,
The class of seniors
And they ain't even a masters genius
West mile just a mast of demons
Strike game to the casket
We'll never let the cash between us, uh
Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Thomas Clow, Jeremy Alexander Uribe, Dillan Beau Bailard, Donnell Paul Stephens Iii
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