Fake Supreme Freestyle (feat. Jarhead the Nobody)

Extend yo fists, we talking hands, not talkin' bout extendo clips
Right now I'm goin' to class with nothing in my bag but a Nintendo Switch
I don't hit no licks, no big, but this shit lit, no bic
Shit lit, no wick, moving like Dwight at the three-point line, that's brick on brick
I almost caught a felony when I was seventeen
That last bar was a lie but it kinda help me with my self-esteem
It's kinda ironic how all these little dweebs is checkin me
I guess it's simple to say that the Sensei is a special breed
Higher than the empire DS lobbed me the special weed
When I was finished I Googled the recipe for the special seeds
Those last two bars was lies but it really help my self-esteem
I'm finna kick it to Jarhead like we was playing special teams, uh
Y'all niggas Forever 21, looking fake supreme
But I'm a savage seeing red like when niggas bleed
Y'all pretty boys acting tough like Michael B in Apollo Creed
But best believe the Sensei, got what you niggas need
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Imma name this track a freestyle even though it really isn't
Even though it kinda is, I'm freely giving mental image
I'm rappin' like I donated not one, but both my kidneys
And I won't meet a donor until I'm well into my twenties
Or thirties, or fifties, pourin' forties 'till I'm sixty
Pourin' forties 'till I'm tipsy, sippin' 'till the bottle's empty
I feel the bottom liftin', I feel my spirit liftin'
I feel the ether shiftin', either that or I'm just trippin'
And that's Jarhead in the kitchen
Master of none, it's strictly business