Beast Freestyle

Yuh, yuh
Bitch I'm cold
Like a fucking villain
Cold, like the fucking, ceiling
Even though hot air, goes up
I don't even give a shit cause
I throw my hands up, in the air
I don't give a care
Doing all this shit that you say that I dare
Yeah I don't dare
Bitch I just do
Are you niggas truth?
Fucking with the v- ooh
Fucking with the truth
Fucking in the booth
Lame niggas stupid
They don't get a clue that I'm ruthless
I could go off this shit no toothless
That's a dragon, toothless
Bitch I'm
Like a dragon, toothless
Spitting flames
Out my fucking mouth
You can't even tell that this shit comes out
When I'm-
Ohhh
When I'm spitting fire
You just get a doubt
In your mind it's desire
You just wish that you had the same fucking talent, capabilities
I don't get it why you niggas don't please
Just practice this shit it make it perfect
Anything you do takes time and you gotta learn it
Take time and you gotta learn it
Like school you ain't got shit to do but you just gotta earn it
Earn it
Take that shit back
Cause you don't even get it right get a heart attack Ima-
Pass out on these niggas
I'ma go crazy, Ima spazz out, on the fucking figures
Ima make em triple, I'ma make em quadruple
I'ma make em double
Ima make em count up when it's from nothing
Make this shit from right outta nothing
Discussion
Ima be the topic of discussion
If you wanna get to me you niggas must be bussing
Lame ass niggas I can't even see their fussing
But I know they're talking and I'm eating them for lunch and breakfast, dinner
Everything I do, bitch you know I'm the winner
I count up these meals like it's lunch breakfast dinner
I got more the cheese and it's uhhh
Coming for free but I, don't
Pay no fees
I don't even have a team
And I'm steady on my knees
I'm just doing what I please
Bitch I pay the fucking fees
When I got to
I got rhymes and you
I got shit that you
I got that shit you better just not do
If you try me ima fucking just pop you
Lame ass niggas



Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Mcclure
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