Freestyle of the Year
Man look, this a
This a book that leave em' shook
This a put a hooker on the boule' asking for some sugar
This a pop' that I done changed
And now the pain, starting saying
Apart fame, is all the same
But it's insane and I'm ashamed
I'm the truth they can't sustain
Cause I'm the moment of the truth
I'm the one they spitting to
Cause I'm the realest in the booth
Keep the tooley' on my hip
But I done dipped without the clip
And mark the sip, cause it's a trip
It got me ballin', Jordan
If you didn't know, man I got that shit from Cole
Man I'm done negotiating, man I'm at these rappers throat
And she claim that imma' blow
So I'll never have to hide shit
She say I'm yo' main and I'm like "yea my main sidebitch"
Always been my sidebitch
Everywhere I go
Everytime we out in public
She be acting, she don't know
She can't resist cause I'm the goat
The haters know, the latest flow
When I approach, I kill em' slow
I'm number one, not number two
I'm the dude that leaves the crew
Cause I'm the troop that's gotta shoot
If I was you, I'd worry too
Because you don't know what I'll do
Now he claim he never knew
Shot em' dead, well where's the proof
They got shooters watching me until I shot em' off the roof
Man look, man
Yea, I know these bitches love me
You can ask my exes and they'll probably change the subject
I'm looking at the world,
The world started bucking
Say she hate my attitude
But she love that we just fucking, ah
This where I be assertive
It's times I had to buckle down and times I had to murder
My mama told me never let these niggas in my circle
Ducking all my sent shots
Man I ain't think it hurt em'
And they keep saying
Peace in, one strip
Two man, one clip
Niggas say, "just don't slip"
Two blocks, and one flipped
Hold it down, just don't trip
And I hold it down with my rich shit
Cause I stay popping my big shit
These niggas talk with they slick shit
If I come through, I won't miss shit
And they try to talk with they slick shit
If you come home and yo' bitch lit
Just got done sucking my dick
She talk to me, I d rather talk to Siri
These niggas hoes just without a period
Niggas hoes just without a period
She take the dick, but can't take me serious
But look, yea
I don't work for these niggas
Man I tried to be so nice, put in a word for these niggas
Aye somebody take me home before I murder these niggas
When it come down to these boys, I'm Poppa Smurf to these niggas
Bitch
This a book that leave em' shook
This a put a hooker on the boule' asking for some sugar
This a pop' that I done changed
And now the pain, starting saying
Apart fame, is all the same
But it's insane and I'm ashamed
I'm the truth they can't sustain
Cause I'm the moment of the truth
I'm the one they spitting to
Cause I'm the realest in the booth
Keep the tooley' on my hip
But I done dipped without the clip
And mark the sip, cause it's a trip
It got me ballin', Jordan
If you didn't know, man I got that shit from Cole
Man I'm done negotiating, man I'm at these rappers throat
And she claim that imma' blow
So I'll never have to hide shit
She say I'm yo' main and I'm like "yea my main sidebitch"
Always been my sidebitch
Everywhere I go
Everytime we out in public
She be acting, she don't know
She can't resist cause I'm the goat
The haters know, the latest flow
When I approach, I kill em' slow
I'm number one, not number two
I'm the dude that leaves the crew
Cause I'm the troop that's gotta shoot
If I was you, I'd worry too
Because you don't know what I'll do
Now he claim he never knew
Shot em' dead, well where's the proof
They got shooters watching me until I shot em' off the roof
Man look, man
Yea, I know these bitches love me
You can ask my exes and they'll probably change the subject
I'm looking at the world,
The world started bucking
Say she hate my attitude
But she love that we just fucking, ah
This where I be assertive
It's times I had to buckle down and times I had to murder
My mama told me never let these niggas in my circle
Ducking all my sent shots
Man I ain't think it hurt em'
And they keep saying
Peace in, one strip
Two man, one clip
Niggas say, "just don't slip"
Two blocks, and one flipped
Hold it down, just don't trip
And I hold it down with my rich shit
Cause I stay popping my big shit
These niggas talk with they slick shit
If I come through, I won't miss shit
And they try to talk with they slick shit
If you come home and yo' bitch lit
Just got done sucking my dick
She talk to me, I d rather talk to Siri
These niggas hoes just without a period
Niggas hoes just without a period
She take the dick, but can't take me serious
But look, yea
I don't work for these niggas
Man I tried to be so nice, put in a word for these niggas
Aye somebody take me home before I murder these niggas
When it come down to these boys, I'm Poppa Smurf to these niggas
Bitch
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